with your fingers

you can touch me.

and control me.

its the same game, i know the ways of the libido, and the male psyche. they are all the same. all the same

get in get out.

i hate to generalize like so, but i have never been shown any different. dare to change my minset?

dont get me wrong, i love every second of it, but they are few. and then i get dropped off back at my house. thats it. it makes me feel cheap. and i know i am being used to the extent. and maybe thats my fault. but i want more. i want something solid. something real. relationships dont seem to exist anymore. but i want one. a good one. a strong one, that is meant to be.

i feel like i fucked up somewhere along the line, that i derailed.

What will grow crooked, you can’t make straight
It’s the price you gotta pay
Do yourself a favour and pack you bags
Buy a ticket and get on the train

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And laid down in the bed you made
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn’t happening

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just cross yourself and walk away
I don’t care what the future holds
Cause I’m right here and I’m today
With your fingers you can touch me

I’m your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, made it to the top
This is fucked up, fucked up