Am I Missing Out?

To be in love, I wonder how it feels
 
To trust someone with all your heart, that has to be real
 
Love is a thing Shotime will never feel
 
I have no heart, and I don't want to have to deal...
 
With rejection, lies and misconceptions
 
Thinking your in love headed in the wrong direction
 
You learn a lesson, when you been through it once
 
Heart broken in half, it hurts and you try to front
 
I've never had my heart broken, no one gets that close
 
Am I missing out on something? On the real, I don't know
 
Maybe one day, I'll learn to let go
 
Open up my heart, and just let go...

-Shotime aka Randy Martin Penny

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