You is killing me
Breaking my heart
Ripping me apart
You gave me images
And memories
I can’t forget
All I do is regret
Loving you and
Kissing you
Why is it everything
Is all about you
You, you, you,
You, you, and
You
I cant get over it
What kind of game
are you playing?
Why is you torturing me
I been good why don’t you
Believe in me?
I am always on the move
Making my way to
A better life, to be
A wife of a man
Who respects and
Reflects the quality of--…
You.
I think I’d rather die alone.
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