by Jae BI can touch you without laying hands on you,
if you allow me to...
Don't believe me?
You should.
I need you...
to need...
to experience me.
You can trust me...
And yeah I know you've heard that before.
But this...
this is the Real
This ego thing that you got going is not working for me.
I wanna know you...
the real you...
The you that sleeps with the TV on because you don't like to be alone.
The you that keeps the radio playing just to hear voices in your home.
The you that cries in the shower because you constantly feel used.
I know the trickling water promised to muffle your cries...
I'm hear to tell you...
The water lied.
All I wanna do is give...
give you what you've never had
but so desperately desire
I wanna give you...
the real
I wanna give you a bath.
I wanna feed you from my bare hands.
I wanna massage your soul.
Allow me to.
Damn,
you make me howl at the moon and curse the winds.
I need you to bend.
Let me in.
Let me feel you,
not your ego.
Let me stroke your soul,
not your ego.
Tell your friends what you want
but I need you to bend
and touch me.
I need you...
to need...
to touch me...
Stroke my soul,
not my ego.
I'm willing to bend.
f**k my friends!
I'm talking about me and you
and the real
I'm talking about what it is
not what people think it should be.
Serenade me with your singing eyes.
Damn,
you make me howl at the moon and curse the winds.
Allow me to
wander in your barren land
cause I wanna know everything about you.
The good
the bad
and the indescribable.
I surrender
and all I need in return...
is you...
and the real.
Damn,
you make me howl at the moon and curse the winds.
I know this makes you feel vulnerable and exposed
but trust
I bring you
the real...
The real essence of passion...
the real meaning of unconditional...
truly complete.
I wanna go where no woman has gone before
to that well guarded place
you insist no longer exist.
But I have set forth on this journey to prove you wrong
I know it's there.
It may be bruised...
and bitter...
and worn...
and at times I know it has been shattered and torn...
But it's still there.
I can read it in your eyes.
The eyes never lie.
And daily you torture yourself in trivial efforts not to reveal...
the real
I will settle for nothing less
than you...
and the real.
Save the bullsh*t and games for trivial bitches
seeking dollars and cents.
I know by now you can feel
I need the real.
