Fuck the Stars

How can I fault him?

For wanting to find

Love?

That elusive myth

we all dream of?

The girls don't respect me,

I know. Saying they wish

they were so mature,

but I call bullshit, cuz what grown ass woman would take this shit?

They probably think

I'm such a sucker,

Cuz I have your back,

even when you run away from me

for cover.

But they don't know, baby

(still trying not to call you that

anymore)

The hurt we've seen, the world we have felt...

And even you didn't understand,

how I kept silent,

maybe I enjoyed the familiar hurt.

But really,

my broken bits can't break no more...

I really am broken,

to the core.

And the girls are vapid, and the world is stupid,

And baby,

If you can find happiness,

I'll be cheering for you

Even in the midst

of my lonely Hell.