She

so many songs in the world titled She, Her, or with references to some nameless She that encapsulates, drives, eludes the singer and causes some great frustration, pain, exhaustion given to them by some other person. i wonder still about the singer. who the fuck are you. who the fuck are you to only have three minutes of presence in this song that you give it to someone else, much less someone else that obviously is no longer there to care or love you. if they were even doing that in the first place. so desperate are you for the reassurance and presence of someone else that you are completely devoid of talking about yourself except for the lack you feel. you know what? fuck your lack. i want to hear about you, what you really make up and why you are wasting my time. i want to hear about something other than what your penis craves. so much whining and so little substance. fucking fill the void already.