I came looking for love, but got a fuck instead.
I asked for something that I can hold on to
But got some action on my warm white bed.
Is it too much to ask for, I asked my throbbing head.
For someone to love, to hold and to care about?
I am starting to feel like just a piece of bread.
Maybe I should try harder and to not be easily misled,
When someone showed a little affection and maybe more.
Or another broken heart, when the last had not yet mend.
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