And so this is Christmas

[seeyat]

Intimately fearful of intimacy
I'll stress this point time and again
For there is no meaning to most that we see
Or bedding a woman unnamed
If a few moments time could be spent in whisper
As we sit and spin tales of our past
Just to wait through the moments I've kissed her
Could I ever be pressed to the task
As I've grown with a man who treats woman like toys
Like a fashionable meat to be bought
Who behind backs speaks so fowl to the boys
Now how is that a way to be taught