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I'm a people person, or at least I'd like to think so
There's just not that much flavor that I bring though
I enter conversations with a tendency to bail, sure
I'm the center of attention, it's a recipe for failure
I'm not to scale, words build my ego out of context
Always saying nothing, still sending out long texts
A novel idea, but there was nothing to say
I'm trying to fill the time with something today
But all I've got is beats, a microphone, and of course my voice
The nonsense that comes out is completely by choice
So it's amazing that I choose to use music in a manner
Synonymous with ranting written in my private planner
The lyrics are a downer when the situations worsen
And to my surprise I find that I'm a relatable person
Nice guys don't finish first, maybe I'll switch my team
But I can't, that visions just a glitch in the machine
People don't come to hang with me, they come to meet others
Maybe some new friends, sometimes finding a new lover
I guess I provide a service, come on over, it's something to do
I'll be waiting man, I can't wait to meet you
I'll chat for awhile, maybe offer you a snack to eat
But no one's allowed over when I'm laying words over a beat
And so I feel selfish, let it go to my head
Then I end up never seeing productivity again
It's a balance beam man, find your passion and your friends
Give them equal worth and then the path will never ever bend
I wish I'd take my advice, instead I picked up a pen
Scribbled in the margins about how this was the end
The language was a godsend, sent the power to play god
I wrote my own destiny and at the end it was quite odd
I got to build this life and it was just a facade
But I found tranquility so I gave heaven a nod
I'm a people person, or at least that's what they tell me
The more I think about it though the more the image isn't selling
Got a strong mentality, I can't seem to apply it
Quiet personality with the persona of a riot
Auto-pilot guides my actions so a break from the routine
Is a deadly chain reaction caused by jams in the machine
I feel so human sometimes, emotions are a nuisense
I try to govern them with logic but sometimes I get imprudent
I'm a student and class is always in session
A lesson learned is questions earned towards my progression
Repression of depression is an obvious transgression
But I digress then, it's all a meaningless expression
One confession: sometimes I feel sad, but never discontent
It's not a call for help, that's never what I meant
What I'm really getting at is sometimes situations worsen
But I'm fine, all in all I'm just not a people person
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