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Note to self

NOTE TO SELF:

Intentions; what were your intentions
Did I make your time, seem more like a game?
Is that all I was good for?
Did you only come to me for sweet release?
Did you use me, to set your forest up in flames?
Now she gets the pleasure, of fighting the fire that belongs to me?
Did you really think I would feel nothing?
Are you kidding me?
NOTE TO SELF- I will extinguish the fires I build,
Let the other girls figure out how to fuck, all by them-selves.

1-2-3-Breathe�1-2-3-breathe
I am in pain, I am angry, I am broken, I am sick� I�m hurting
You wouldn�t understand, it�s nothing . . . It�s nothing
I�m okay, I am okay; I will be okay, 1-2-3- breathe just�
Damn this- Fuck it- SHIT! What was I thinking?
I was warned about love; what�s wrong with me?
I love you, I fell to Deeee-
I can�t believe, I chose you
What did I think you would do?
It was only time; it was just a matter of time
Till it all crashed through; and over, and over again- in my mind
I love you � I still fucking do
NOTE TO SELF- I will extinguish the fires I build,
Let the other girls figure out how to fuck, all by them-selves.

Intent, what was you intending anyway?
I thought I felt you- but I was wrong, I guess I wanted to� was it a game for you?
Why is it; most men say the same things?
I liked it better, when I didn�t talk; I knew exactly what you would want
Give it up; I would just give it up, A mixed drink of feminine sexuality
NOTE TO SELF- I will extinguish the fires I build,
Let the other girls figure out how to fuck, all by them-selves.

Lori