I was still sad when I met my husband,
There should've been fire a'blazing,
There should've been violins and China winds with the smell of jasmine flowers in the mist,
My imagination roared with ill perfection in question,
"Oh, why can't you be him? The one I really want, the one that doesn't want me?"
Ungrateful, throwing up God's way of saying "I love you" back into the Galaxy from which it came,
You were an angel in disguise,
And in your eyes I could tell you didn't care what was between my thighs,
Baby, you caught me at the point in my life where I was down to go on with anything that felt natural,
Had no value of my body or whatever havoc sharing it with the world could unfold,
Still millions of stories I will leave untold,
Cause a girl when she meets a guy thinks I'm gunna marry him,
But a guy when he meets a girl thinks I'm gunna make her beg me to marry him,
The other guy,
Gunna fuck her brains out then let her unclog her own blood clots and run to the furthest thing similar to me,
Is that why I can't date within my race or even think about a happily ever after again?
Is that why I'm okay if he has a girl and would still sleep with him as a friend?
Is it okay to be shot down every time I tell someone the pain I go through within?
Is this situation the reason why I'm just plain sick of dating men?
Only time will tell the fate of the life of love in my life full of emptiness,
Getting really sad getting used to his friendlessness.
