What they say about men is true,
Dead eyed and pawing
Gritted teeth and fucking
I've heard so much about women
Lovely to handle, lovely to hold,
Sooner your words turn cold

Turns out I am like them
There is no difference in my skin
I try and conquer, I try and win
For all that is written then twisted
In my head from something good
Hindsight tells me always what could

What should have been, what should have been

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