She said she wanted to drink me like wine
Make my legs shake so fine
And make her tongue do a replay then rewind
And her previous words came to my mind
"I will make you mine."
She smiles just at that time.

As the sweat rolls down my temple, I could only think of the  mental... pictures of fire and rage.
But deep in the midst of it, is love and it’s daze.
The tears slowly caress down my cheek, I wonder why I’m so mentally weak.
My mental weakness keeps me from moving on from my hurt.
It’s like the pain and rage is normal comfortable day.
But it’s wrong, just all wrong.
This isn't how my life is supposed to be.
My life is supposed to be physically, mentally and emotionally free.
My blood, sweat and tears only show people that I have done some type of hard work. It doesn't show people that I am violent, dangerous and maybe just me.
Maybe this is my “ meant to be”.
But my blood, sweat and  tears is all you can see.

I'm gonna SMILE like
nothing's WRONG,
PRETEND like every-thing's
all RIGHT, ACT like its
all PERFECT, even though
inside its REALLY HURTS

A heart isn't a game
*** isn't a game or a gamble
Tears are potions of frustration and pain
*** was never intended to be physical gain
I could knock on this ****
Point out everything not worth it
But still no one would ever get what my mouth tries to say
This age, and this day
Nothing but a petty game I'll have to play

I have to stop.
All this has to stop.
Writing about  you, about what I feel for you.
That doesn't help.
I have to forget you.
You are my worst almost.

I have to move on.
We were nothing anyway huh.
Everything was in my head, right.
Get out of my head, my heart and my soul.
I will not write about you anymore.