For the wild at heart, kept in cages

The GOOD guy, never wins.

He’s the one who has to prove that he’s different to all the ones before him.

Another night sleeping on soaked pillow cases, waking up to that hollow feeling in your heart and realizing that maybe these scars wont heal, and theres a deeper wound beneath.

My heart is on my sleeve and that’s where it’ll stay until the day you’re brave enough to walk my way and tell me the things you were too stubborn to say.

And now i've been painted as the bad guy, for believing in something.

I'm back Home. By 'Home' I mean Ghana. The Motherland.

It’s hot as fuck.

i’ve been to the beach three times in 2 days (once at night)

Eaten all kinds of wonderful food - I had fresh coconut and watermelon for breakfast this morning.

Everyone treats me like a King, waiting on me, doing all my chores, calling me “Mr Morales” or “Man of the house” Or “Uncle Lorenzo”

YES!

I love it

:D

Search your first name followed by 'is' in parenthesis into google, and post the first one that comes up:

Even if Lorenzo Is a Two-Time Loser, Congress Has No Right Outlawing Him

Damn straight!

……Wait, what?

I want you so bad I go back on all the things I believe...

- John Mayer