I love her so much it hurst
No other pain is worse
Then being kept from someone you love
Hearing her laugh and seeing her smile,
Running thru here all day in my mind
Being told that daddy don’t care
Hold up, how is that fair
Look into her eyes
She sees thru your disguise
And soon will start to despise
Because of all of the lies
I’ve made my mistakes and paid for my crimes
Day after day, it’s just not my time
The changes I’ve made and person I’ve become will never be enough
One day soon you’ll look at me and say
“I’m sorry but glad your ok”
I don’t care if your glad and don’t give a damn bout your “ I’m sorry”,
You didn’t care enough to stay when things goin wrong
But now that I’m good you wanna try and get along?
I’m on my way up and I’ve done it on my own
Nobody but God has with me since day one
So don’t try to share in my victory
Cuz to me your nothing but history
I’m nothin but an object to you
Just something you can use
I keep you entertained when your bored
Or have nobody else,
Plz Timothy won’t you help us?
Fell for it to many times already
So this time I’m gonna keep things steady
When I say good luck to you in life
Instead of picking up the knife
I’ll just sit back and watch as life eats you up and throws you to the side, but just remember you once had a place by my side
Bank acct will never be big
But in love I’ll be rich
For one day my queen will arise
And you’ll have to watch from the side
- Author: Quietwriter ( Offline)
- Published: March 28th, 2018 09:02
- Category: Unclassified
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