There's lots of needy people out there
Lots who need a body need a mind
Someone to be there even just an hour
Even a few minutes or a lifetime
But how can you meet them those apps
Are just rip-off lies hope in disguise
The more you trust them the sooner
Hope and the money runs out
If you can't drive, if you can't walk or talk
How you gonna meet them
How can they get to know you
Life is short, the months turn into years
And the need becomes missed opportunity
Lonely lifetime
And the co-workers and the doctors, nurses
Become the closest thing to intimacy
And the world comes up with new words
To hate who you are, call you an incel
A cripple, they show pity through spite
And thank their lord that they aren't like you
They say I don't know how you do it
And people start to become bodies
With parts to them more important than their mind
Makes you hate yourself sometimes
Like you want to value them but sex is all you
Think about when you're whole life's left behind
When your purpose can't be fulfilled
And you think if you could just once have a man or woman
Show you mercy, out of the blue you could die happy
How can that happen when you only go to the doctor
If you can't walk can't talk no one uses chat rooms,
It's all zoom and video they've got other people to know
How will you get what you need
There should be an agency for the lonely
A job where people can match you with like minded
So you know you won't get scammed or worse
People who need love would love to give love
Where sex is actually healing not just gratifying
There should be a way for people who can't meet others
To safely meet and know, flesh and mind
Rather than a whole life to go by without affection
Or caring, nurturing the body fully without judgement
Or persecution