| Don't |
|
Know |
| Why it |
|
Is |
| |
|
| What it |
|
Is |
| About |
|
Me |
| |
|
| Women |
|
All |
| Like |
|
Me |
| |
|
| Want |
|
Me |
| For their |
|
Friend |
| |
|
| But no one is |
|
Willing to |
| Give me any |
|
Loving |
| |
|
| Hold me |
|
Near |
| Fill my nights with |
|
Joy |
| |
|
| Just |
|
Talk |
| My ear |
|
Off |
| |
|
| Cry |
|
On |
| My |
|
Shoulder |
| |
|
| Then it is |
|
Off to |
| Someone |
|
Else |
| |
|
| Another's |
|
Bed |
| Always their |
|
Destination |
| |
|
| Leaving |
|
Me to |
| Sleep |
|
Alone |
| |
|
| Leaving |
|
Me to |
| Tend my own |
|
Wounds |
| |
|
| Forgetting I am |
|
Human too |
| Forgetting about |
|
Me |
| |
|
| Use me |
|
Then |
| Moving |
|
On |
| |
|
| Guess it is |
|
Better |
| Than |
|
Nothing |
| |
|
| But it is |
|
Oh |
| So |
|
Frustrating |
| |
|
| Left to |
|
Care |
| For |
|
Myself |
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