Pretty faces

I'm in the back staring.

She can see me but I'm just not caring.

Go talk to her don't be a bitch the thoughts that haunt us.

She had long black hair and brown skin looking like pocaontas.

 She's gorgeous but I couldn't be in a relationship to be

honest.

Maybe we just meet in the sheets at the crib.

But the problem is she has a kid.

She likes being disrespected and being called a bady.

I don't have a chance cause she in love with her baby daddy.

Don't get me wrong I'd still smash, 

I got to respect what she wants in her present what was lost in her past.

Truth be to told I could be a pause to all the bs like a cama.

Take her mind off that shit unless she likes the drama.

But that's getting to close to fence

I know I won't say anything I lack the confidence.

Thinking of what I could say driving me mad 

Maybe I just want her because she something I could

Never have.