What's this life for, what's it all about?
Won't someone please help me figure it out?
We're born, we live, and then we die.
Does my life mean anything in another's eye?
God give me the reason I'm here on earth.
Tell me the purpose for my uneventful birth.
Am I here to give another life?
Will I ever find myself a beautiful wife?
So many questions with just as many a concern.
My life's mission I am now eager to learn.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
And that's not the best place for it to be.
It gets punched and sliced,
And not treated very nice.
Out there for the whole world to see,
But I don't know to be anyone but me.
Sometimes I wish my veins flowed with ice,
But my heart is tender and I can't help being nice.
You say, "Toughen up and be the man you should be."
But my sensitivity makes me more of a man, you see.
Hello Lover, it's good to see you again.
I wish I could taste your lips and feel your skin.
However you have met another man.
Now I will just be the best friend I can.
You said I gave you waves of orgasms like the ocean.
You said that the electricity of ecstacy filled your body.
Now making love to you is just a fond notion.
Since the one you call lover now is another somebody.
You say our friendship will live on and on,
But I can't help but feel a piece of who we were is gone.