Moving on

I'm moving on,
not looking back.
Taking a step forward,
not taking your crap.

I'm tired of you hurting me,
making me feel pain.
I can not stay here,
feeling this strain.

You make me feel like sh!*,
doing whatever you want.
Making rude comments,
it is you I will haunt.

I'm leaving your a#&,
you can beg and plead.
That didnt mean sh!*,
you're not the one i need.

I need a real man,
someone who will care.
Not no little boy,
who wont even be there.

I'm moving on,
and theres nothing you can do,
I'm tired of your sh!*,
and your little games too.