Woken up by the sound of lovers in conversation,
with frequent hesitations, cause real love knows no words.
I am greatly impressed by the chains men seem to shackle
and wear aound like neckties; convinced of their freedom.
You're left without something to balance out the act.
The ones that you leave will watch from a distance
as you circle around your cage.
Show me please what I'm missing?
Why a relationship is different?
Am I losing the big picture if I hardly talk in twos?
I've had my share of movie romance.
I have acted and auditioned.
I changed who I was with make up,
but I still can't land the role.
So I'm starting to think that I'm just not meant for something good.
I'm just passing through.
If all that there is to life is multiplying,
then mine just won't add up.
So count me out.