Sunday, October 23, 2011

A song I wrote about HIM.


You swept me off my feet
Thinking life's a fairy tale,
Full of lies and broken dreams,
You turned my life into hell.

And do you ever think of
All the pain you ever caused me,
The pain you caused my son,
And the worry of my family?



I became more depressed
And stressed and started drinking.
I questioned God's intentions
'Cause my life was quicky sinking.

I Tried to cry on your shoulder,
All you did was turn away,
Leaving me to deal with it alone,
I wanted to die every day.

You held me on a string
Making me think we had something
When what we had was fucking nothing,
You were my everything!
Haha now you're my NOTHING!

So today you will stop
Dicking me around,
I am sick of hurting
It's time I stand my ground!

But now I look back



And it was a one way streak,
I was the glue to hold it all
But even that was too weak.

I struggled with myself
And didn't eat for days,
Wondering why did you hurt me
In every fucking way!

And today I claim my life back
And I don't give a crap
If you love me or you hate me
Because I ain't looking back.

So why even try
To make this thing work out,
When I am just an option,
And you don't seem to care,
Since I'm just a fucking option!

I deserve better than you!
You're so bitter and damn cold!
You never really loved me
'cause if you did it would show.

So today you will stop
Dicking me around,
I am sick of hurting
It's time I stand my ground!

I forgive you for the pain
I forgive you for the lies!
But today I walk away,
I want you out of my life.

Please don't call or text
I know you just want sex
And nothing else, I'm an object
In your mind and I won't accept it!

You threw away a treasure
That you couldve had forever,
But now my heart is cracked
And broken, I just want to sever
The string you have me on,
I am not your puppet, I am way too strong!

I will break those strings,
And I'll come out on top,
Because, my dear, it's one of those things,
I am a force that can't be stopped!


So today you will stop
Dicking me around,
I am sick of hurting
It's time I stand my ground,
If you come a knocking,
There are problems that'll abound.

So carry on. Carry on...without me.


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