Scared to walk on lonely roads
Darkness tells me the haunted notes
Might be one or a bunch of men
With a creepy grin or a shabby van
Will drag me to a lively hell
Will lock me in their evil shell
Box of sweets and loads of love
He cares for me and my stuff
Remembers to make me feel totally safe
From all the roughs he makes me escape
Some are good and some are full of shame
Yes my world, not all men are the same
Years of love and true promises
Ample of care and lovely kisses
So much of respect and many amends
One day everything goes to end
Just few days later, jerking off with someone else
Those years were a bad joke and betrayal smells
Jumped from one city to another impromptu
Listens to my shit whenever some crap I do
Just a call or a text away lives his advice
Totally honest and completely wise
Some are boneless and some have bold frame
Yes my world, not all men are the same
Criticize us for everything which goes wrong
Beat us harshly and they claim to be strong
Trusting on old stereotypes
They live on us like parasites
Think that we are not equal to them
All our efforts they badly condemn
Fight with us when we boldly take a stand
Support us with whatever we demand
Make us laugh out loud when we are sad
They are proud of us and feel truly glad
Some believe in us and some simply blame
Yes my world, not all men are the same
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