Poor Poor Poor Poor Pitiful Me

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