After countless hours of fussing and fighting,
My head told my hand its time to put it in writing,
The pain you put me through, the tears I cried,
The nights I laid in bed, wishing I'd died.
You who 'loved' me from 'beginning to end',
My sunshine, my shelter, my lover, my friend,
With my heart in your hands, you left in the night,
An occasional call when you felt like a fight.
Your little 'home girls' in their short little skirts,
Who've always been more then 'meaningless flirts',
The friendships I ended, the lives that I lost,
Got you your way no matter the cost.
I'm through with the hours of fussing and fighting,
My heart is now mending and my pain is in writing.
