LYRIC FOR SALE (BUYER)

By Dorcas Onuh

I can’t move my mind
Or allow my heart to feel
Anything or travel anywhere
Oh Oh Oh stuck in a limbo burn

This hurt has got me paralyzed but I wouldn’t move anyway
These tears running down my cheeks I can’t see
Emotions bottled up, not ready to punch glasses
Not ready for another broken heart
Tis fear of a nightmare again

You figured I love myself too much,
Is why I build wall within pretense?
I thought it had something to do with you being different
Oh no, slowly cuddling to ground zero
Just like everybody else, you warned me about

I know I love too much
A huge burden to heart and soul
When all these frustrations and sorrows that I gather,
Are winning to overwhelm a sometime innocence
Oh how I’ve mastered to run or take on someone else

I need to be simple like art
Glow of its bright lights and colours of marvel
I want to be the only stage fit for a fine actor’s display
The writer’s eyes glittering as I light up
Mirrors me and keeps me, keep me from tears closing to my heart

Is that too much pretense for an audience waiting?

Bridge:
I can’t move; I can’t travel. Oh pretense, no pretending. Please save me from getting burnt again.