A Song of the Only Child

Painting in lies
Changing the colour of your eyes
Pouting your lips
Shifting the angle of your hips

Loving the lies
Loving the fiction of your thighs
Creating a need
Into which I may spill my seed

As I caress myself with loving care
I know that you're no longer there
You've died
Somewhere inside

But when you're real
Nothing can quite replace the feel
When you're near
All my amendments disappear

As I caress myself with loving care
I know that you're no longer there
You've died
Somewhere inside

I can still go
To a place only I can go
Locked behind doors
I have got mine and you've got yours

As I caress myself with loving care
I know that you're no longer there
You've died
Somewhere inside

I have a friend
Someone on whom I can depend