I always promised myself I’d never become a slave to the way I feel about someone.
And then I met you…

The fact that someone could make me smile cry or laugh in just one moment scared the crap out of me, I promised myself it would never happen.
But being with you every rule and control of myself just left.
I became so addicted to that feeling .
That someone could look at me like the way you did.
That any chance or any risk of loosing that just wasn’t possible for me , it couldn’t happen .. I wouldn’t let it .
I always wanted to be happy and feel safe to never feel the way I’ve felt before.
In the process of rattling my brain of ways I could become more beautiful then any other girl , I lost you .
I lost you because I became a slave to the way I feel about ..
That’s no way to live.
That girl you first met that was fun and confident and could joke I miss her, I became so scared that you’d leave I lost apart of me.
I lost the part you first became attracted to.
And in the end I lost you because of it.
So now everyday I’m focusing on getting that cocky bitch back .
I cry when I write all this , I’m crying because I don’t know where I lost this part of me but I know she’s been gone for a while. And it’s not fair to flick a switch once your in .

Once she’s back I’ll show you , that I’m not a slave to the way I feel about you . But I still feel the same way about you