What I Really Wanted
I'm sorry I talk about sex all the time. I'm sorry I think about sex all the time. I must seem like a sleaze. I'm really a caring person. It's just this thing called desperation. It's painted on the faces of a thousand clubbers, fat girls, foriegners, and freaks. It makes me a monster. I'm sorry!
It's just that sex looks like love and love is something that I can only watch behind a one way mirror. If you touch me it stings so fucking badly. I feel like a woman cause I want someone to pick me up and hold me. I sit around wishing some macho woman will come smash open this hardened shell. I'm so sick of this confusion and crying like some fucking baby. I'm tired of asking people for help. I'm tired of being this emotional fucking mess.
I hate admitting that I'm lonely. I haaaaaaate admitting that I'm lonely. I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate admitting that I'm lonely. I hate it when people see me need and want. Don't fucking look at me! I hate crying. I never wanna cry. I never want anyone to see me cry. I want to make someone feel safe. I want to be kind to someone. I want to give myself to someone. I hate that I let my feelings get out of control.
I'm sorry! I'm Soryry!
Being with her Saturday morning was like being in a desert and watching a satisfied fat fucker drink an ice cold glass of lemonade right in front of me.
It's just that sex looks like love and love is something that I can only watch behind a one way mirror. If you touch me it stings so fucking badly. I feel like a woman cause I want someone to pick me up and hold me. I sit around wishing some macho woman will come smash open this hardened shell. I'm so sick of this confusion and crying like some fucking baby. I'm tired of asking people for help. I'm tired of being this emotional fucking mess.
I hate admitting that I'm lonely. I haaaaaaate admitting that I'm lonely. I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate admitting that I'm lonely. I hate it when people see me need and want. Don't fucking look at me! I hate crying. I never wanna cry. I never want anyone to see me cry. I want to make someone feel safe. I want to be kind to someone. I want to give myself to someone. I hate that I let my feelings get out of control.
I'm sorry! I'm Soryry!
Being with her Saturday morning was like being in a desert and watching a satisfied fat fucker drink an ice cold glass of lemonade right in front of me.