Eagerly looking for safety whit in you.
Being so unfamiliar with term,
I did not realise you were everything but.
Thought it was deep and real,
But as it turns out it was just lust.
Taught of playing with your hair,
Oh that one would make a fine exit from my reality,
So were the things we were taking.
It played with my clarity.
Time went by
......
What did I do wrong
Why do I always feel like this
Always getting hurt
So often and so much
By people I was so nice to
I’m tired of not giving a fuck
It physically hurts
Something inside me feels heavy
How can people not care
How do they walk past you
......
Why do you keep blaming me?
Indeed my hobby is indeed unusual for most men, but it can relieve my emotions because of you
When there is something you feel strange. Must you blame me?
Do you really want to scold me?
I ever rarely blame you if you do wrong
I feel bad when I do it to you because and it will make your heart ache Even though I'm right, what I'm doing is still wrong. What's more, one looks even more wrong
I have to how to express this to you it becomes headache
As a man who supports you, it's not uncommon for me to do anything to fulfil all the needs of the three of us
......
Why do you keep blaming me?
Indeed my hobby is indeed unusual for most men, but it can relieve my emotions because of you
When there is something you feel strange. Must you blame me?
Do you really want to scold me?
I ever rarely blame you if you do wrong
I feel bad when I do it to you because and it will make your heart ache Even though I'm right, what I'm doing is still wrong. What's more, one looks even more wrong
I have to how to express this to you it becomes headache
As a man who supports you, it's not uncommon for me to do anything to fulfil all the needs of the three of us
......
Eagerly looking for safety whit in you.
Being so unfamiliar with term,
I did not realise you were everything but.
Thought it was deep and real,
But as it turns out it was just lust.
Taught of playing with your hair,
Oh that one would make a fine exit from my reality,
So were the things we were taking.
It played with my clarity.
Time went by
......
What did I do wrong
Why do I always feel like this
Always getting hurt
So often and so much
By people I was so nice to
I’m tired of not giving a fuck
It physically hurts
Something inside me feels heavy
How can people not care
How do they walk past you
......