Master of Manipulation

It was ya birthday wish & we dint even know it,
Contracted feelings & we darent even show it, 
Confused looking at the ceiling & i dint even know it, 
Counteracted by one notyer's lust & we darent even show it. 

Contractions without the featus, 
Cramps without the periods, 
Stomache shot to bits.. I feel delirious, 
Consistently eye balling interiors, 
Constantly dodging inferiors. 

I got feelings I can't figure out, 
I got voices escaping out loud, 
I got tears...not far from a drought 
I got needs I can't simmer down. 
I got passions I can't seem to calm
I got fears raising alarms. 

You got me flying of the rails alternating alpha males, 
Second guessing manuplitive tales, 
Auto pilot biting my nails. 
Innocent minipulation turning into sinful conversation, 
Master minipulator my pleasure applicator, 
Got me wishing there's a later.