Myspace is funny, I'm "LOVED" by women, HATED by men n yet NO ONE'S in my face.I’ve said time n time again that I wasn’t getting into the online-relationship-spin because it’s always the first 2 sink, but since it seems 2 never last, no matter where I find it n it always ends before it begins. 1 week they have me on blast, the next, I’m trashed, it’s ALWAYS MY fault we crashed, I’M the reason we came 2 a halt…right? So I guess night after night, when I stopped the tears, took away the fears without a single word n jus 1 look, u said I could read u read u like a book, that didn’t count? It didn’t amount? My point is, what the hell, I’ll tell u what I need. Strength, independence, smarts, someone that’s there when shits well n as I take my soul n roll through hell, fair or not, no matter how hot. Cute, with her own lute, but will allow me 2 buy her things 4 that birthday-suit. Refuse 2 stay mute, believe in me n my choice, but when I’m fuckin’ up, use that voice. Don’t neglect me, reflect me, as I will u, let go of all regret n when it’s time 2 get frisky, no matter how risky, lets rock it, make others wish they could nock it. …so now u see…this is me…if u can hang, then come on wit it…if u cant, why’d I jus listen 2 my phone as it rang?