I never cared about what kind of hair you in
I was more so tryna be the hero to your heroine
Cause I was addicted to you like your love was a form of heroin
But time made us drift apart
I started to miss you
& now looking for a sequel
So do I relapse in your heroin?
Make a second attempt to make you my heroine?
Kiss you & put my fingers through the hair you in?
But enough with the wordplay
Lemme pour my heart out
The potential I see in us...
Well words couldn't explain
But it's similar to, the potential you see when you let a bird out its cage
You believe it knows everything it needs to know & that it can flourish
I'm not saying we should rush this
But we should at least have the courage...
To ponder thoughts about whether or not to pursue this