So many men promise me the world, when i look back i hurl. Confronted by many girls. Diamonds and jewels you such a fool. Giving you time don't makes you mine. Sneaking in trying to hide, i let you in knocking down my pride. I'm growing and knowing, signs showing. That I'm done, i rather pull a gun than let you continue to use me, defuse me, accuse me of being a nobody. I'am somebody. Somebody who will make it, by not faking it.