You demand recompense
When it's you who lacks sense
Lashing out like an ill tempered brat
People want something deeper
Than a sex obsessed creeper
But you insist upon being a twat
You rage at the gods
And curse all the odds
Lay blame at the laws of the lands
Never will you say
That you drove them away
Or your ruin was by your own hands
With an outlook so crappy
You'll never be happy
But that fact's not even the start
You think there's no feeling
It's impulse and dealing
In matters of love and the heart
You reduce it to looks
And the size of chequebooks
Numbers and stats like a game
You scream and you cry
You swear it's a lie
But hinge your life on it all the same
Of women you ask
To live as your mask
You simply believe it expected
I'll say it plain as I can
It's a sad excuse of a man
Who lives from his heart disconnected
The meaning of life
Is much more than a wife
It's not things that you cross off a list
It's the things that fulfill you
Ditch this red-and-blue pill crew
Obsessed with the girls that you've kissed
Leave that baggage behind
Instead focus your mind
On what it is about you that you pride
Life is for living
And love is for giving
Your goals are for you to decide
If you insist on still faking
Then your hell is your making
And I've just been wasting my time
With you I am done
But at least I had fun
Penning a silly little rhyme
