I did not write this!
there's no such thing as making love
when the best parts of you are shelved
kids, keep your hands to yourself
and get a handle on yourselves
surely, there are other ways
for you to stay warm
I'm tired of reading poems about
the regrets of shedding clothes, about
getting ******** ******** over,
by all of those who chose
the loveless, luckless pairing
that's becoming the norm
and I don't mean to be a bore
but there are things I still believe
you should know when to say no
when to stay and when to leave
should you linger, don't point fingers
there's nobody to blame
see, I've been preachin' 'bout real feelin'
but there are far too few who listen
it seems that modern day romance
is just sadomasochism
yeah, they're glorifying emptiness
oh, what a shame
the boys are content with getting hard
when they should be trying harder
and the girls are getting drunk
when they should be getting smarter
and me, I'm getting sick
of what we put each other through
now, it's cool to be so callous
it's passe to show some pride
confusing truly being touched
with someone touching your insides
dear hearts, there's more to life than this
and there's so much more to you
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The awful truth
. . .Not like anyone's going to read it anyway.
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