Sick of you telling me the same thing. When I know the truth. When I'm at home taking care of your things, your out with her giving her the things I deserve.
When she finds out about me she'll leave you. You'll come home and yell at me about ruining something that was so good. I'll try to reason that I didn't know, I'll reason that when you was out she would call. That when I would go out her and her friends would jump me.
While you would buy all she wanted, I was working to get what I needed. If I would ask you, you would scream and yell at me for bugging you for money an I was very ungrateful for all the things you gave me, when in reality you gave me nothing but heartache.
I lived to love you, you lived to use me, While I thought you loved me , you knew you loved to use me and loved to give to her. I used to sit alone and cry, each tear for each day you tried to hide her, but I always knew.
My friends and family told me that I should leave you. but I couldn't I loved you. No more you've used me enough, you wished now that you would've loved me. It's like that saying ' You would have never knew how much you loved something until it was gone'.
I've found someone new he treats me like you treated her. When you see us together you wanted to hit yourself to go back to when you had me before you met her. Now your the one sitting alone crying over someone who doesn't love you.
You look at the photo of us together and grip it tight till the glass cracks and shatters. Now your the one hurt. Not me....
