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Invisible

Invisible or so it seems
Out waiting your arrival
Yeah, a night out with the fellas
Shooting pool, drinking beer, saying bullshit
The best is when everybody talks about the girls
"Oh yeah, I fucked her" "She couldn't resist me" "I was the best fuck she ever had"
"She served her purpose so I threw her out"
What studs! Or puds?
This talk of conquests soon turns to aggravation
"I can't believe she dumped me!" "Ungrateful bitch" "Cunt"
"I was the best thing that ever happened to her" "She never had it so good"
You get the idea
The girls invisible to these conversations
It would be interesting to see how things would be if they were there
"Ungrateful bitch" would become "Sweetheart" and "Cunt" would become "Honey"
Who is fooling who?
Not even having the ability to speak your mind in front of them
Maybe making an impression on the fellas? Perhaps
Having fun watching the fellas cringe and slide their way out
Maybe the girls say the same things about the guys? Probably
Who would ever know! Nobody speaks to each other
What ever happened to honesty?
Doesn't seem to be much use for it anymore
Love, trust and commitment seem to be gone as well
What's the point of marriage? What's the point of love?
Nobody seems to know for certain
Maybe someday someone will figure it out some day
Maybe

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