Like a Flame That Burns Inside Of You...
I get so jealous! I can't even work! How can they ask, why I feel so angry? Do you see my problem? If I never explain it. Then there's you. Asking me how long. Say something. It's taking me so long.
I can't stand my man talking about or looking at other girls. Even though he's usually all over me and shows me tons of love and affection. It's depressing when I get self conscious. Like I'm not pretty enough for him.
Today a young girl came out of her loft in her underwear. She wasn't particularly gorgeous but she was pretty enough. I could go on about her faults but to any man she'd be bonable. I got so jealous! SG just stared at her with a grin on his face. I was standing there thinking "get inside bitch before I rip your hair out!" But I just stood there not showing my discomfort.
We live together in the loft, and he goes out all night to do recording with his band, but I can't help feeling lonely and scared when he doesn't come home til' mid morning. I trust him completely but there's always those little hints that he thinks of other girls, and they drive me fucking insane!
I can't get over the porn watching, the getting hard every time we see a movie with lots of tits. The way his eyes glaze over and he drools at the sight of a sexy young lady walking by. I'm not pretty, I don't have really anything to be said about myself physically. The only thing I'm proud of is my big tits and my skinny waist. Otherwise I would hide myself completely.
Wish it just didn't bother me.
I can't stand my man talking about or looking at other girls. Even though he's usually all over me and shows me tons of love and affection. It's depressing when I get self conscious. Like I'm not pretty enough for him.
Today a young girl came out of her loft in her underwear. She wasn't particularly gorgeous but she was pretty enough. I could go on about her faults but to any man she'd be bonable. I got so jealous! SG just stared at her with a grin on his face. I was standing there thinking "get inside bitch before I rip your hair out!" But I just stood there not showing my discomfort.
We live together in the loft, and he goes out all night to do recording with his band, but I can't help feeling lonely and scared when he doesn't come home til' mid morning. I trust him completely but there's always those little hints that he thinks of other girls, and they drive me fucking insane!
I can't get over the porn watching, the getting hard every time we see a movie with lots of tits. The way his eyes glaze over and he drools at the sight of a sexy young lady walking by. I'm not pretty, I don't have really anything to be said about myself physically. The only thing I'm proud of is my big tits and my skinny waist. Otherwise I would hide myself completely.
Wish it just didn't bother me.