It was supposed to be fun It was meant to be enjoyable We were supposed to like this
Messing around is supposed to be fun
It wasn't supposed to hurt It shouldn't make my hips hurt so much I shouldn't be writhing in pain I shouldn't shove you off of me because I am in so much pain
And when I tell you I can't feel my knees, Can't feel my legs Can't feel my hips You are supposed to hold me To say sorry To care.
Not retreat back to your computer Waiting for me to compose myself . Waiting for my body to recover Underneath cold, lonely sheets I can feel each layer of skin clinging to my body
This all was supposed to be fun. Why is this only fun for you? Why can't it be fun for me, too?