Tiffany

Pour pour pour. No not water into a glass

Emotions drain out of us while all guys see is a piece of ass

I am simply at a loss of understanding

How women can constantly be used, yet “GUYS” they’ll continue chanting

I’m at fault as well, I can’t lie

I guess there’s comfort in wanting someone to lay by

But that’s all guys will ever see of us

Just a beacon of sex to relieve their yearning lust

I wish I could understand the dynamic to make the feelings stop

Rather than waste my tears away drop by drop

I’m constantly giving into what men say

Despite the fact that they change their mind, day by day

With the constant changing, how do we ever believe

And let them get away with breaking our hearts without reprieve

And yeah, sure. Men get their hearts broken too

But at least when they’re broken they can still say they fucked you

And that’s how their dominance is put into place

It doesn’t matter how the woman feels as long as he can cum on her face

I give into it too and so does she. We all do.

Because maybe once we both get off, he’ll say I love you

But what about the 9 times out of 10 when he doesn’t

All we’re left with are the past 30 minutes that were pleasant

However when he leaves we’re left with something far more sustaining

Guys just don’t get that emotional yearning, I’m constantly complaining

They will literally say and do anything to get laid

I mean some guys go to hookers who will get paid

At least they’re lucky in that they have a means to an end

But once we get fucked how do our hearts begin to mend

We suck them off and get fucked by them

Yet we’re the ones wanting to see them, asking when?

They say they like pleasing us and I believe that’s right

But in the end it’s for their pleasure so they can screw us with all their might

How is it all guys have this hidden drive to tell us lies?

I get it, there’s greatness between our thighs

But is it possible to love us even after you’ve been victorious

Or is leaving us always for sure and we’re just that oblivious?