Number 1...

[Nemo]

"Hey man, your number 1, you know that?"

No I didn't, forgive me if I don't believe you, my mind has gone into overdrive, it's cynical.
I ain't got no money or strength, mental capacity to deal with whatever, your clinical
I'm not about to give you everything I've got, when all you say is ever on a whim
It's like the gear cogs in your brain are working and clocking never ending overtime
Just to find out how much further you can knock me down until the light in me is dim
You've tried time and time again for years to make me lose it and commit a sin

But you've not succeeded by some sheer will inner determination, I always win
In your temper tirade, I still somehow rise tall, head held high with no clue
I'm tired, I'm beat, I feel like a zombie, this my way forever your grace
Whether or not I'm the turtle, or the hare, of whether I'm a rat race
I'm somehow still here standing with my feet on the ground, my place
My place in life set solid to an unknown fate, not knowing which gate
To open to find my dreams come true, my forever happy ending

So forgive me if I don't believe I'm your number 1, I'm cynical
Of all the bullshit that's been thrown my way...

Even the hypothetical nonsensical quintessential definition,

Of life that leaves me obliviously clinical.

 

[Solara]

Very relatable to me. Am as cynical as one can be and am getting to being more *smirks*

 

[Dom55]

"Hey man, your number 1, you know that?"

No I didn't, forgive me if I don't believe you, my mind has gone into overdrive, it's cynical.
I ain't got no money or strength, mental capacity to deal with whatever, your clinical
I'm not about to give you everything I've got, when all you say is ever on a whim
It's like the gear cogs in your brain are working and clocking never ending overtime
Just to find out how much further you can knock me down until the light in me is dim
You've tried time and time again for years to make me lose it and commit a sin

But you've not succeeded by some sheer will inner determination, I always win
In your temper tirade, I still somehow rise tall, head held high with no clue
I'm tired, I'm beat, I feel like a zombie, this my way forever your grace
Whether or not I'm the turtle, or the hare, of whether I'm a rat race
I'm somehow still here standing with my feet on the ground, my place
My place in life set solid to an unknown fate, not knowing which gate
To open to find my dreams come true, my forever happy ending

So forgive me if I don't believe I'm your number 1, I'm cynical
Of all the bullshit that's been thrown my way...

Even the hypothetical nonsensical quintessential definition,

Of life that leaves me obliviously clinical.

Very relatable to me. Am as cynical as one can be and am getting to being more *smirks*

Whats wrong in it. Its universal truth .Few hypocrite wont accept it. Trust me , if everyone behaving that way , world would be better n more wonderful then now.

 

[Solara]

Whats wrong in it. Its universal truth .Few hypocrite wont accept it. Trust me , if everyone behaving that way , world would be better n more wonderful then now.

So true man..
One chance I give .. coz hope never dies .. and it's the same story again.
I can find a workaround for anything... But being taken for granted ? Never.

 

[Dom55]

100% agreed. Not to give even 1 chance even in dream.

 

[Nemo]

Whenever I've been someones 'number 1' it was just so they could use me for something they couldn't do, or another way to manipulate me and humiliate me. The thing is I fall for it nearly every single time, because I either fail to see the bad in someone or I refuse to see the bad in them, and it comes back on me tenfold to make me feel like an idiot or worthless, but I never seem to learn.

 

[Solara]

You know now Nemo... All you gotta do is put yourself first. Know that you're enough and more. You love yourself. U don't need validation.

 

[Illusion]

"Hey man, your number 1, you know that?"

No I didn't, forgive me if I don't believe you, my mind has gone into overdrive, it's cynical.
I ain't got no money or strength, mental capacity to deal with whatever, your clinical
I'm not about to give you everything I've got, when all you say is ever on a whim
It's like the gear cogs in your brain are working and clocking never ending overtime
Just to find out how much further you can knock me down until the light in me is dim
You've tried time and time again for years to make me lose it and commit a sin

But you've not succeeded by some sheer will inner determination, I always win
In your temper tirade, I still somehow rise tall, head held high with no clue
I'm tired, I'm beat, I feel like a zombie, this my way forever your grace
Whether or not I'm the turtle, or the hare, of whether I'm a rat race
I'm somehow still here standing with my feet on the ground, my place
My place in life set solid to an unknown fate, not knowing which gate
To open to find my dreams come true, my forever happy ending

So forgive me if I don't believe I'm your number 1, I'm cynical
Of all the bullshit that's been thrown my way...

Even the hypothetical nonsensical quintessential definition,

Of life that leaves me obliviously clinical.

I feel you Buddy... This is brutally honest and relatable... This reminds me of times when people said I was their first priority, but it was all a ruse. Now I'm cautious and don't believe people easily....