Just wanna write, just wanna be loved. Hold my hand, give me a hug.
Physical connections, emotional investments,
but you just wanna **** with no other suggestion.
Some days are better, others are worse.
Put that pen to the paper, turn the pain into a verse.
Sidestep the *******, take it straight on
Trying to move forward but it seems my drive is gone.
I can't fight it, can't hide it, like my brain and heart's divided.
I won't show it, you don't know it, but we're both about to blow it.
These thoughts in my head turn me into a big mess.
I'll tell a stranger everything but I can't tell you a **** thing.

What the **** is wrong with me?
I want these guys that never see.
Me for me.

I'm a loving, honest, kind,
hard working woman with a hard working mind.
Maybe I should just mind my own business
and keep my nose out of other people's decisions.

But I can't help it, I don't want to.
                              
                            I feel the need to be involved too.