Sunday, 29 August 2010

there's no such thing as love, it's just fantasy...

man's needs
are full of greed
full of greed
a man's needs
man's needs
are lost on me

a girl's needs
girl's needs
just don't agree
don't agree
with man's needs

just sometimes i think of you.
like when i roll over and you’re not there.
or a stranger’s hand brushes mine.
or a fleeting memory photographed in my mind pops up.
those are the worst.
that’s when i can smell you, feel you.
it’s crippling really. but i’m fine.

hey darling. hey, hey darling.

fuck you normal people.