(Not) My Lover

I feel small between your lips; 

it's so intense that I almost feel sick.

Most of the times I just can't breathe...

Is this the way I must feel?

Is this how love should feel?

You keep forcing me to follow your rules 

and when I do it you think you are cool.

I get chills when I look you at the eyes

but you say that loving you is a prize

Inside these walls my tears are kept

and I keep asking myself

When is this going to end? 

When will I start to live again?

I've already forgotten how to smile and have fun;

Instead, I've learned that every woman must satisfy their man.

You say that there is not a villian in this story

but guess what?

You don't deserve to be called a lover.