We can... hope and dream...
Do you think Im stupid?
Well, obviously you think I might have a hint, a speckle of stupidity in me, because you certainly lie to me as though I may not notice. As though, the world passes by me with certainty that I shall not beware.
I do.
I notice.
And it makes me simmer and boil inside to know that you think I'm just that idiotic.
More and more these days I think of being...
(alone?)
Alone. There, I said it. Your lies are just a little too much for me to handle. And you have these mood swings sometimes that are just too peaked. And whenever I want to pounce on you, you are always doing something else, in short, our sex life is kind of going down the drain. I feel as if I have three body parts, no more, because thats all you kiss. And then again, I never get good, but you're always done.
How fair and good is that for me? I wonder if you think of that? Obviously not or I would not be complaining.
I need a man that takes pleasure in doing me. Takes pleasure in turning me on, and making me good. I need a man who I can be with all the time, any time, without him telling me to stop. I feel like a nympho with you... you never want to anymore.
And yet you say you're in love.
Is it me? Or the sun? Or the air? Or summertime?
I dont know. I hope it doesn't go sour again.
Well, obviously you think I might have a hint, a speckle of stupidity in me, because you certainly lie to me as though I may not notice. As though, the world passes by me with certainty that I shall not beware.
I do.
I notice.
And it makes me simmer and boil inside to know that you think I'm just that idiotic.
More and more these days I think of being...
(alone?)
Alone. There, I said it. Your lies are just a little too much for me to handle. And you have these mood swings sometimes that are just too peaked. And whenever I want to pounce on you, you are always doing something else, in short, our sex life is kind of going down the drain. I feel as if I have three body parts, no more, because thats all you kiss. And then again, I never get good, but you're always done.
How fair and good is that for me? I wonder if you think of that? Obviously not or I would not be complaining.
I need a man that takes pleasure in doing me. Takes pleasure in turning me on, and making me good. I need a man who I can be with all the time, any time, without him telling me to stop. I feel like a nympho with you... you never want to anymore.
And yet you say you're in love.
Is it me? Or the sun? Or the air? Or summertime?
I dont know. I hope it doesn't go sour again.