No rewards, no payoffs, allowed myself to be pulled
in by an undertow of self indulgence.
Not as strong as I thought I would be,
reached a state of maturity
that the hopes of dreams of what it could be
will never be
a reality for me.
I will always remain to him the insane, emotionally drained,
beautiful, intelligent play thang.
Thatís all Iím really worth.
Though a baby for him I birthed,
I canít be promised anything.
I am hoping that this being
Keeps one promise
And the promise is this
Communicate with me again Never.
All he has to do is pull this lever
That is located behind the my creation, above my purpose,
to the right of the depth of my soul
Create a distinct hate that will consume and swallow me whole.
Let his memories of me slide to the back of his mind
In the confine where the memories are kept that you donít really want to find
Then I will be set free, the burden of this has grown too much for me
I have no one with whom it to share
and thereís no reason for anyone else to care
Because Iíve been doing it so long,
In addition to the fact that itís so so wrong.
It can all be summed up in an Alicia Keys song