I'd Be The Man

I'm so tired of fucking

I'm tired of my lust and my desires

I'm fucking over being under

And taking hits that I despise

I'm sick and tired of getting around

Talking hot and taking dick

Waking up on the wrong side of no one

Is a useless fucked up trick

I suppose I want some one to love me

Like a man who wants something more

It's not wrong to want the fairytale

Instead of being some man's available whore

I'm mad at myself for settling

And I'm mad at the world for giving me shit

And I'm mad for being mad at nothing in general

Of wanting a love recpite

I guess I could do some more work

Close the vacancy sign above my bed

Clean out the ugliness that pollutes my imagination

And find someone worthy instead

Instead of fucking a fantasy

Like spreading my legs for another cock

The strength of a man, bewildered and scorned

Stuck between a hard place and a rock

I could do something spectacular I guess

To show exactly what I'm worth

And I could stop letting judgement and acceptance

Keep me bent up like a curse

I mean all I was trying to do was find love

I don't remember taking a wrong turn 

What has come to life in 44 years

Has left me wounded and horribly burned

I'm just so tired of fucking

Please,

I just want a man to come home to

Someone who'll ask me how my day went

Someone to make me feel less blue

I want a ring and a love commitment

I want someone to call my own

I want to grow old together and talk about the weather

I want a man that feels like home.

And when he lays in bed beside me

Let him just hold me in his embrace

I want to feel his heartbeat, close to mine

And reconcile in his grace.