I’m supposed to always care,
I’ve always been the backbone.
And sometimes it just gets too much,
When there’s too much testosterone.
They’ll need your help one second,
Fall apart without it.
But if you ever need a hand,
You might as well be throwing a fit.
We pull them up and have their backs,
Without them ever asking.
And all the while they’ll never see,
On me it’s been so taxing.
We think they’re nice and sweet and smart,
But if I’d only known,
I’d never sign up to be alone,
With all of that testosterone.
I don’t know what it is men lack,
But they just can’t show compassion.
Emotionally devoid and stale,
Cruelty is their only passion.
Even the ones you think are friends,
Have made me put my guards up.
Cuz you never know when they could turn,
And for you they sure as hell won’t stand up.
It’s funny looking back on it,
I could always hold my own.
Even when I was in a pit,
Surrounded by all that testosterone.
