I can't win.
I can't lose.
I'm stuck in a world where these boys use women like shoes.
Walk in them, use them to get from place to place.
Slip on in. We keep their toes warm, but they hate when we gotta be laced.
Get some velcro, youre too lazy.
I got holes and empty spaces that need to be filled with a rope and bow, woven then sown together.
I got a thirsty heart and intuition that tells me when your veins runs cold.
I can't do this fake sht anymore, it's gettin way too f*kin old .