A compulsive lair wants to chat
Her very breath is truculent
Time to face facts, she's a user
Your well being's not her concern
Why can't I cut this receptor
I am so susceptible to females
Trust no one is my usual mantra
Unless a girl pays attention
Only then the door swings open
For now I have some quietude
More music in my empty head
Music I just can't keep up with
But if I can help just one person
It will have been worth this pain
No, I am in no way a martyr
Just another sad, jealous guy
But my experience can teach
If I can stop one guy from this
Their finger trap can be deadly
And it's not a game anymore
Not when all you can do is lose.
