Dan Lobdell

See, all I ever wanted to do was be relevant,
Just tell me that I ever meant anything,
Or that you could ever see me and you in another light.
But it’s like the dark woman endures the darkest nights by the wrong man,
And mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression.
What I do is, I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna,
Just intentions to impress you, if capable,
Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you.
Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this frame of mind,
For such a ugly picture in it. And,
Money, nothing I buy can buy me more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it.
Diamonds, a girl’s best friend is what they say, but
Believe me with the right allegience shorty you gon shine anyways.
And everyday that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary.
The day before is better than the present,
So anyone presented in her presence endures these life sentences.
No key for release,
No reason to be around. Her mind’s in the clouds.
She writes it all down….
In her diary….