Social Network Sanctuary

   You can't look for comfort in others, you need self-love. How you gonna hold you down if you don't love yourself, love? Too busy looking for 'Likes' up on a social page from men who don't care who you are. Only what you convey.

 So you get lead astray, confusing 'Like' with 'Love' until you figure out all the want is just another nut. And here you go again with ass shots, bent over in bathroom mirrors. Appealing to what they desire, but you want something realer.

 Or is that what you fear, huh?

They got you scared to love?

You'll take attention over conviction if it means they'll listen.

And they do so, and it makes you feel better. Until it's after midnight and they want to see what's under your sweater.

 "Send us a tit flick"

Now you stripping down, grabbing your phone, so you can keep them all interested so that you're not alone. But when the funs over with you can even text 'em.

They got wifee and the kids right in the bed sleeping next to 'em.

Here you go alone again, social network searching. No lessons learned to mend your woes. No reassuring words to steel your nerves or a man to hold you tight. Just a couple dick flicks in your text Inbox to keep you warm at night.

It's fucked up, right?