Get Over Yourself

Ramaging through some of my old stuff and found this little Gem…I’m kinda diggin’ it! Enjoy!

 

“Get over yourself”

 

Maybe im not perfect

Maybe im not sane

Maybe I rethink every little thing

At least I have morals

At least I have self respect

I don’t move too quickly

I know who I am

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

Maybe you think she’s perfection

Without a question

In your mind

But you want to find

The secret to what’s inside-

inside her eyes

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

Or maybe I was wrong

Maybe its not about that

Maybe its about the way she looks

That’s what draws you in

The flip of her hair

Or the Shake of her hips

Its something you can’t miss

 

What you see isn’t always what you get

But with these girls there’s always something to miss
I wish I could warn you

Clue you in on her scheming manipulative ways

But maybe it’s difficult to hear when she’s looking at you that way

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

Fall under her spell

Be used and ignored

Come out of it broken and sore

Pick yourself back up

Dust off the dirt and sleaze

And find a good girl to make you weak in the knees

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

Does she make you go weak?

Does she make you laugh?

Does she even care about the love you have to share?

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

But you’ll never find the truth behind those eyes

Because all their filled with are lies

She’s fixated on attention

Being the center of it always

Not to mention

Creating her own drama

As a form of entertainment

 

You’ve been played

Cuz you’ve been playin her games

With your world wrapped around her little finger

She thinks she’s got it made.

 

With a smile and a wave

She struts her stuff wanting you crawling

Begging and Pleading you seem completely hopeless

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

What happen to love?

What happen to chivalry?

It’s been beaten and torn

upstaged by promiscuity

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

What’s love got to do with it?

If she doesn’t give a damn

She’d rather sleep with a man

Than get to know him

 

When the right boy catches her eye

He won’t wait forever

He won’t even cry

Won’t wish you were together

He’ll make her regret all of her past

He’ll make her feel like she’s second best

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

Time to wake up

Time to realize

That not every guy

Is memorized

By the slutty silent type

He may like you may have even loved you

But when it comes down to it he knows he’s above you

 

Get over yourself

Grow out of your games

His hearts on a shelf

Left out in the rain

Get over yourself

Stop acting superior

Cuz the real world don’t care

And neither does a real man’s criteria

 

He may like what he sees

But deep down he knows

That behind those big beautiful eyes

And short cut dresses

Is a girl with a lack of control

And a heart full of coal

 

Keep Calm and Carry on my friends 😉

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