INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

It's not you it's me he said, As he wiped the tears from his eyes. I keep repeating the same mistakes he said, It's high time I realized. That this won't work, this won't do, It's always me, it's never you. I see the clues, where are my shoes? It's time that I left, I think I should move, Cause we just go round n' round ' round n' round You pick me up, you put me down. And I act just like a child, No I can't be your baby now. Cause I don't feel like a man when I'm with you, I don't like who I am when I'm with you, And it's not you it's me, I don't mean to come off disrespectful. It's just I know now what the problem is, And the problem is us being we. I've been fighting for us to be together, But that's just not meant to be. So let me say good bye to you, Let's share a cry or two And when they ask what happened, You can say it's me, it's not you.

I'm a big hopeless romantic, and for us, the "how we met" story is important. It should be magical in it's moment, and memorable to the masses. For me, the "how we met" story is so important, that at times I may discount a girl I like just because I don't believe how we met was magical enough. I mean it's a story you are going to be telling family and friends for years to come, and always seems like the best relationships start with a great start. Say you are in line at the coffee shop your name is Alex, but so is this really pretty girl, who you bump into when they call out the order for Alex, so you both reach for the cup at the same time and touch hands. MAGIC. Or you are about to get in line at the grocery store when this guy cuts you off, so you start arguing with him, and somehow by the time it's all over, you have a date planned. MAGIC. I guess that's why I am not the biggest fan of internet dating. There is no spark to that, no mag...

More than 15 years have past and we both went on living our lives, Yet she's still one of my favorite past times, and she remains on the list top five. She's the type of girl you meet when you're too young, and there's still a lot of living to do And there's still so much to learn & you're too dumb. so you move on not realizing what you'd lose. I would try to be faithful, but I could never say no to her, So every time I would return home, I'd go running straight back to her. I would tell her you got me, baby you got me, baby you caught me, She would shake her head and disagree, cause when you leave you will have forgot me. And she was right of course, cause as soon as I'd leave I head right off course. And find myself with my new girl, the one my family loved the most. The one you go to meet Mom with, the one you go to the Prom with, The first girl you ever tell you love, the first girl you ever make love with. That kind of love sti...

It's too easy to fall in love, Love is just a click away. You in love with her for now, But tomorrow is a new day. I mean tomorrow is a new bae, Weren't you just with her last week? You referring to her as your girl, But which girl is it that you mean? It's too easy to fall in love, Or it's too easy to fall in like, Cause he in love with all your pictures, That's why every post he like. But she gotta man that's local, And she got one far away, She gotta' man in New York, And she keeps one in L.A. She's gotta man for sexing, Yeah he hits it how she likes, She gotta man for tricking, Yeah he spending every night. She gotta man who's perfect, But she don't even treat him right, She put him in the friend zone, Yeah that brother serving life. It's too easy to fall in love, It's too easy it's too easy, Just a couple of text messages, And you could lose your breezy, Like you should see the way he treats me, I...

As a former player of the highest caliber, I was an avid fan of the movie "How to be a Player" starring Bill Bellamy.One of his classic lines was, "Players never get busted". Which I am here today to call bullshit. Players always get busted, but the great players, the truly veteran of us, always get out of it. Players get busted all the time, too many angles to cover to not miss one. You can have a separate phone, give her a fake name, be on a secret facebook page, and she will still end up being the friend of a friend of a cousin's friend who saw you tagged in a picture on Instagram at your girlfriends sister's cousin's wedding standing with some girl. To be honest, getting busted is kinda fun. I mean there are very few situations where you have to be so creatively diabolical right there on the spot. I knew a guy who took a theater improv class because he wanted to learn how to make sh*t up on the spot better. I mean can you imagine such dedicatio...

When she left me, she left me with this memory book, A collection of happiness clothed in love. I torture myself, and peek at how the memories look, She said she made it for me, for me to remember us. It sits in the bottom of my closet, All covered in dirt and clothes, And I wish that I could simply disregard it, A simple task it should be, I know. And yet it stays, in the corner of dark places, The picture of it reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe Poem. It was like her "Tell Tale Heart" was in the pages, And I could hear it beating while I'm sleeping alone. I've managed to throw it in the trash before, Only to see it escape. While scrounging through my closet floor, I find it back in it's space. How did you get back in here memory book, I swear that I threw you away? Do the lovelorn sleepwalk through the night, Longing for the love of yesterday? I take a trip down memory lane, A wonderfully painful trip. Looking at pictures of happy ghost, W...