 When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall. And in the back of my mind, I hear my conscience call. Telling me I need a girl that's as sweet as a dove. For the first time in my life, I say I need love. There I was, giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts. And I'm not saying no names. Then the thought occurred. Tear drops made my eyes burn. Because I said to myself, look what you've done to her. I can feel it inside. I can't explain how it feels. All I know is that I'm not a edition of the world. I keep playing and making.