How could you do it?
Does your conscience allow
the abuse? all of the time?
How could you live
when you were as sour as a lime?
I give and i give
yet you only take.
I used to fantasize
that i could tie you up
and throw you in a lake.
I didn't hate you.
But i hated the lies.
I hated what you told me.
We both know
your words stung
like a bee.
So how could you let me see you
getting low with that H o e?
