It hurts me to hear all the women in my life talk about other men.
How they're so cute or so great, the words, they never end.
It hurts, because I know, for me, that there isn't someone out there talking.
Telling her friends that I'm great, that I'm "Hot!" No she won't come knocking.
So when I'm with the ones that I love, and they want to talk about this awesome guy.
I hope that, for once in my life, that, for my love is why they came by.
But I'm not good enough, I understand, and I don't have perfection in my description.
But I am willing to love blindly, and, for my love, you need no subscription.