Not selling crack,

but I deal.

No feeling ever again will feel so real.

Keep searching for it,

but in vain,

tryna get the same high as the first time.

I'm never what I need to be at the moment.

First I was too serious,

now I'm too silly.

And my pet peeve is being ignored,

the opposite of being adored.

Fell so hard,

didn't even know,

until I woke up,

and couldn't find my card.

In the search for something real,

the only thing I've learned,

is how to deal.