Thought of It

You kiss me here and I love the way it feels... But in some sort of depth in me, I know it isn't real. I feel that you should belong to me, Cause you, contained in my heart, is only what I see. Three years of numerous experiences with you, Have only made me feel and kept me blue. I have lectured you to know i'm not that type of girl, And I can still feel you sqeezing me in your world. I really don't know what I see in you, But obviously, you seem to observe something in me too. They're millions of girls out there who would choose you without fuss, But hopefully i'm not a thought of your fullfilling form of lust.