You got all the tools you need
Please don't call on me
It'll be time number three
And you just as grown as me
Old boy is playin' you dirty
You got eyes but can't see
You got a brain but won't think
Not until your heart sinks
'Cause your situation stinks
And your boy cheats
Trickin' you while he treats
Himself to random net freaks
You got a soul, trust it
Thinkin' you can't cut it
'Cause your self-esteem is busted
That's a shame and you know it
Wanna leave but won't do it
Make a choice, just don't blow it
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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2 comments:
did you talk to her?
I haven't just yet...actually, I don't know if I will.
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