Never Enough

I've heard them all and all has been said. So funny, how programmed they seem to be. Its always the same and said the same way of what and what not I am good enough for. There excuses so calculated like a loaded gun waiting for the first signs of tenderness from me. To shoot down something they take as danger.

I've heard it all and all's been said, to them I am not worthy of no more then being in thier bed. Excuses ring out in my head and take away all I have given with just a few cold words said. I ask for nothing and thats what I get. Thier excuses ring true and this is whats been said.

"Thats what you have a husband for", "It's not my job", and "It is what it is" and I mean know more. They care for my body but forget my soul, they give me pleasures of the flesh, but leave my heart with a hole. I guess i'm inhuman, I guess I can't need something that was never meant for me.