Wishing Yourself Dead

by Robert   Oct 23, 2004




You said you never would love someone like me,
Then you proceeded to set me free.
You said I was cold and lost,
But you took another lover at your own cost.
I know I am not the best and I do have a fault,
But tell me why you pick someone who can’t think like an adult.
You parade him around me to get me mad,
But I just shake my head because the true story is just sad.
He talks of dreams and has a high hope,
But he runs to you when life is hard because he can’t cope.
I remember we danced until the dawn and held each other tight,
Not you wait up for this vagabond until the day-light.
You let him eat you out of house and home, each day,
And if you say anything to him it’s you that become his pray.
What did I do to make a strong woman turn so week,
What was is the fact of being dominated that you seek.
No money, is in the bank and you are smoking grass,
And your boyfriend is too tired to work so he sits on his ass.
Do tell me if this is what you gave up me for,
I am glad I walked out the door.
I have nothing more to say but you made your bed,
And know it is you not I that will wish they were dead.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2004

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