Poor Poor Poor Poor Pitiful Me
I tried the lot; there wasn’t one for me.
They loved me, sexed me, wanted me;
All of them became obsessed with me.
They ended up all boring me.
I traveled around; tried all the highs;
Nothing lasted or satisfied me.
Saw it all from the outside in,
Committing each type of carnal sin.
I had it all as far as the eye could see
But hid inside with technology
Discovered your body; thought you fitted me
Became obsessed with your sensuality.
It was meant to be; it was destiny!
I breathed your breath; you tasted me.
Possessing and subduing you,
I burned inside when I thought of you
You hid your face, full of mystery,
Kept me interested—cause you were smarter than me.
The photos never really satisfied me.
I pleaded patiently; you kept ignoring me.
I desire you still, want you to come to me;
Can’t stand this thing that’s happened to me.
Now I want you to set me free
Poor Poor Poor Poor Pitiful me