My Problems
Life is a bitch with no makeup
Pure and raw with the amount of time she likes to take up
I'm suppose to love her for who she is cuz they say beauty is only skin deep
But her appearance is as unattractive as her personality which is beneath
On top of that she cheats on me
Underneath that she doesn't love me
Degrades me when she speaks to me
Puts everyone else above me
She beats on me
Bugs me
When she doesn't deceits, she kisses on me until we are in public then she only hugs me
She says she wants me to fall off the face of the earth and land in the foot of Hell
Then wants the Devil to send my remains back to her through the mail
First-class package
Open it and find my ashes
Then she flushed it down the toliet cuz she was pissed and didn't want anyone else to have it
She is the main source of my problems;
Would that make me a bad guy if I want to leave
Would that make me ungrateful if I am not pleased
If I want to break up and get a divorce
Cuz I finally got my "E" in horse
And I don't want to play these games anymore so I want to put the fire out and pass the torch
Why doesn't she love me
Why doesn't she want me
Why doesn't she answer to any ideas that was from me
My friends say don't leave her, don't leave her
You will never find another, yo man you need her
She really told you that she's not happy? Well me neither
She use to be my air but now I would die before I breath her
For the first time in public I cry
Doesn't matter who is walking by
My pride compared to her pride, her's overrides
They say leaving your lover is like committing suicide
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Submitted on April 17, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
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Words | 326 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 16, 1, 16 |
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