The Loss That Cost

You finally lost your feelings for me I turned away, I´d lied to you: you left You were ´him´to our gang: I was She My restless notion of you was false theft Again, over and over, something´s there A finger stir an acupuncture spot Losing is nothing to me: that I dare I turn mediocre and you´re not hot Analyzed Sex is coldness, I should know From Gigantic thrill down my this and that! I was not that cute that I could tip-toe I looked for a Man under every hat Take this(!): leave me to null and nudity There´s void in this hell: I vomit on pity!