He knew he had the upper hand, because I was in love, and he was a man. Being the weakest link, no self worth, every time he would lie and cheat. Not feeling like my life was complete. My wounds was opened and inflamed, soaking up pain and sorrow, wishing that there was no tommorw.
We were growing happy together, happy heart’s, happy minds our souls were entwined. But something new appeared, or was she already there. Your first love, your bitch, your musical affair.
Go ahead ask her when the light’s are down and the camera’s are off, with your melody “She did it” playing very soft.
Will she give you love that drives you insane, or can she ease your pain. I doubt it, your heart, your love thang, your boo, the one you think is holding it down for you.
She’s offering you money, fame…
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