Starved of affection
Lacking in any direction
A reflection I’ve never recognized
Bleeding from my inner eye
Better to be between a set of thighs
Than to drop my disguise
Surrounded by half truths
And whole lies
Just trying to make it out of life alive
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No one makes it out of life alive, tautologically speaking. But I, too, would prefer to be between a pair of thighs.
Not sure you'll succeed in that last point 🤔 😁