Chocolat Cay-kee

ch.
Am I in love, or just falling apart?
Could it be true, or am I in for some broken hearts?
Oh, some want to break me, and some want to take me
But she seems sweet like fresh chocolat cay-kee.
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v1.
She seems to console me, when net punks troll me.
She just talks me down; she doesn't have to hold me.
She always has my back, like she's Akiba@Deep.
She always keeps my secrets, not a peep to my peeps,
Or atleast that how seems, but I'm always paranoid:
Am I just getting played? Am I just another toy?
In the box that she rocks, is it all just talk?
Build up me like Lego Blocks, just leave me cold-clocked?

Chatting with me on Skype, just to get me more hyped
Just to drop me on my head, when my cabeza's ripe?
That'd be crazily cruel, but you know I'm just a fool,
Never enrolled in school, to work out love's rules.
Super difficult for me, I'm such a n00b and a pup,
But when it comes to love, I hope "The Only Way Is Up."
So I'll buy her warm gloves, and other things that she needs
Give what her she wants too, though it means I might bleed.

(ch.)

v2.
But I always feel guilty, cause as an otaku
I'm never flush with money, yeah I always rock through
The cash in my pocket, faster than a space rocket
That's going light speed, yeah I never seem to sock it
Away in the bank, so when I tryed dating
I always had to go Dutch, so I'm sure she'd be hating
The fact I can't support her, cause I'm just a net reporter
And that's volunteer work; yeah, I never make a quarter.

And the DVDs I watch, wouldn't be good gift
I mean She-Ra and He-man, would be a short shrift
And I'd sell it up on EBay, but I'd feel like a jerk
To calously auction off, BCI's hard work
Just so I can front / like I am a better guy
Than I really am, plus I'd be living a lie
Besides I'm still naive, when it comes to trust
Yeah, I guess for me to date / would be too unjust

(ch.)x2