Pressure

The pressure of failed love
carved deep indentations in my life
Sometimes the pain hits me in
the middle of the night

Then I meet someone
who wants to treat me right
That same pressure returns to
resume it's flight

Sometimes that pressure
makes me feel inadequate
as if I wasn't meant to endure true love.
So I tend to magnetize myself towards bullshit
Since the real love I was not worthy of.

After so many shares of unworthy affairs
I wonder if I can handle a one on one;
On most nights I am tempted, I may flirt
a little bit but I know when the line is drawn.

I want to prove to myself that I am capable
of being loved and that he needs to understand.
It is a must for him to know that for no one else my heart glows
he is forever loved, because he is my man.