My love life is a shit storm!
A mess of broken parts I fuck the guy whose wrong for me, Then try to win his heart. He always is a nice(ish) guy, Doesn’t mean to do such damage. His ambivalence makes me crazy though, I’ve always liked a challenge. One was into whisky, So I became a drinker. And for the intellectual, I became a thinker. Walking in the southern hills, Really did it for him. So I became a hiker, Even though I found it boring. Even became an artist, As Johnny liked to paint. For James I did some shooting, Though it nearly made me faint. Became a dedicated vegan, For Jack the vegan man. He also loved his football, So I became a fan! What he’s into music? I’ll become a music girl. Okay he’s into travelling... So I'll explore the world. And lately I’m left thinking, Well who the hell am I? I really don’t want to be Just remnants of some guys. The next things I get into Will really be for me. Yoga, steak and girlfriends, And writing poetry. Have you met the Wounded?
Know how she got her name? She is trying to rebuild herself Her body wracked with pain. 'I don't understand?' Said Wounded, 'There is nothing wrong?' And then Wounded comes to realise... It was broken all along. She found some of your pages, Though you hid them well. Reading them she found her pain In the story they did tell. Now Wounded knows you love her, Though maybe not enough. There is a superficial world out there Which makes committment tough. Wounded is romantic, And maybe you are too. But her romance is in nurture And yours in something new. |
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