Sexual frustration

alone in hell
hypnotised by my charmers spell

running in circles like a maze
digging holes and sleeping in caves

ignoring what I know to be true
cause it means being with you

lost and confused
a pon on a chess board

moved around
whenever you get bored

trying to forget
but with no success

the meaning to life
and it's endless mess

the memory stays to haunt me
for the rest of my days

sexual frustration
I don't know what to do

all I can think about
is how I want to be with you

thoughts racing through my head
I try but can't go to bed

my mind is fixed on you
and all the things I'd like to do

shaking my head
I don't want to acknowledge the truth

just thought you otta know
I wish I could be with you