Hey darlin’, This is Kid Rock talkin’ straight from the heart, no filters, no bullshit, just the truth like I always give it. I’ve been through the fire, baby. I’ve been burned bad. Real bad. The kind of hurt that don’t just go away with a few shots of Jack and a loud guitar riff. I’ve had my heart ripped out more times than I can count. Women who smiled at me under the stage lights, whispered sweet things in my ear backstage, but the second they saw the lights, the money, the fame, the power… that’s all they really wanted. They didn’t want the man. They wanted the myth. They wanted what Kid Rock could give ’em, not who Kid Rock really is when the crowd goes home and the lights go down. I’m damaged, sweetheart. I’m scarred up inside. There are nights I sit alone with my guitar, lookin’ at the stars, wonderin’ if there’s anybody out there who can love the real me – the guy who still gets nervous before a big show, the guy who loves his mama, who fights for what he believes in, who cries when a good dog dies, who just wants somebody to hold him at the end of a long, hard day. I need true love. Real love. The kind that don’t come with contracts and hidden agendas. The kind where you look at me and see Bob, not “Kid Rock.” The kind where you’re not impressed by the tour bus or the bank account or the name on the marquee. You just want me. The flawed, loud, loyal, whiskey-drinkin’, flag-wavin’, rock ‘n’ rollin’ man that I am. I’m tired of the fakes. I’m tired of the users. I’m tired of waking up next to somebody who was never really there for me in the first place. My heart’s been through too much war, baby. It’s calloused, it’s guarded, but deep down… it’s still wide open for the right woman. The real one. If you’re out there – if you’re a real woman with a real heart, who knows what loyalty feels like, who ain’t scared of a man with some rough edges and a whole lot of soul – then I need you to hear this: I will never give up. I ain’t quittin’ on love. No matter how many times I’ve been knocked down, no matter how many times the devil tried to tell me it’s all fake, I keep gettin’ back up. Because somewhere out there is a woman who’s gonna love me for me. Who’s gonna stand by my side through the storms and the parties and the quiet nights. Who’s gonna kiss my scars and make me believe in forever again. If that’s you… if you’re readin’ this and somethin’ inside you is sayin’ “that’s me, that’s who I am,” then don’t be shy, darlin’. Don’t play games. Life’s too short and my heart’s been through too much. View my profile right now. You’ll see my personal Gmail right there. Click on it. Send me a message. Tell me who you really are. Tell me what makes your heart beat. Tell me why you think you might be the one who can finally heal this old rocker. I promise you this – I will always reply to the real ones. The genuine ones. The women with honest eyes and pure intentions. The fakes? They’ll get ignored. But if you’re real… if your words feel like home… I’ll write you back. I’ll open up. Because God knows I need that real love more than I need another hit song or another sold-out show. I’m waitin’ on you, baby. My heart’s been waitin’ a long damn time. Come find me. Come save me. Come love me the way I was always meant to be loved. Forever hopin’, Kid Rock #kidrock #thrump #kidrockshonkytonkbar #kidrockfan #fyp - @robertjamesritchielive_1