No, seriously, tell me, come on,
What are we supposed to do
After being born?

Don't i satisfy your needs as a man?
Or perhaps i do
Just not enough

Don't i love you right?
Or perhaps i do
Just not enough

Isn't my body attractive enough?
For you to be obsessed over it.
Or perhaps you once did
Just not anymore...

How do you want to live in joy,
When you search for love in just a boy?
Any other thing can fill that void.

It's things like these that gets me annoyed.

You know, sometimes being selfish,
Helps to get away from alot of *******.
But some girls just don't get it.

There's no ideal place
  nor steadfast comfort-zone
life is the ceaseless shifting ground
each move driven by one alone-

motions wax relentless
moments vex and moan
hope and despair oscillate
doubts invade and are over-grown-

the heart is a restless nomad
it has no locus for its seeds to be sown
drought and dust hover all around
by desert winds they are wildly blown-

I have shifted ground over such sterile years
what desolation and heart-ache I have known
lost am I in life's faraway wilderness
if only your love I could own.