We live two lives, you and I
That yield similar results ironically enough.
You see, I crave attention from men:
          Scholars, athletes, wealthy, and always the attractive ones.
My heart spots one that it wants and goes for him subtly.
The nights end or begin--whichever--with entangled limbs, sweat-beaded foreheads, and then
          departure.
As for you, You crave attention from men:
          Scholars, athletes, wealthy, and always the attractive ones.
Your heart spots one that it wants and goes for him subtly.
The nights end or begin--whichever--with entangled limbs, sweat-beaded foreheads, and then
          departure.
You may ask what our differences would be.
I crave attention because I'm not used to it.
You crave attention because it's all you've ever head.
Sadly, it seems, that we are both empty as the sky on a dry September afternoon