Complicated ( You Think I Enjoy? )

It's not mine. There are no feelings. No diseased drama lurking in the midst of whatever was supposed to lie here. I am too difficult. Unwilling to budge to all of your feelings of desire. Just cage me in because that's all you ever do. Cage me in and treat me like a doll. Hold, treasure, a stupid pleasure. Think of all that you worry, think of all the designs you have planned. And forget the fact that this thing exists.

There's a spider crawling up my leg. There's a spider crawling up my leg with an arm attached. You think I understand the rules. You think I turn on at the flick of switch. You think I enjoy. Because I'm a boy, you think I enjoy. There's a spider crawling up leg. There's a spider crawling up my leg with an arm attached. You think this is pleasure? You think I enjoy? Because I'm a boy, you think I enjoy!

I fail to hide my discomfort. Your smile fades as you think rejection. You hide your feelings other than being nervous. Oh I'm so difficult, I don't respond to love. You want to be loved by anybody. Any body that will touch off yours! No energy, no chemistry. What use is talk when you can't get touchy-feely?

You only wanted a guy for kisses, cuddles and hot steamy nights between the sheets. Any other feeling becomes secondary. Don't want to complicate things at all. Don't want a complicated creature who says no to your desires. There's too many men willing to satisfy and there's no point in wasting time with complicated creatures who just don't satisfy in those hard to reach places.