i've been with you, i can't write poetry anymore...
that's got to say something.
you went to go hangout and party with your friends (and i heard girls in the backround)
i didn't get to talk to you all day so i asked you to stay.
you said no.
i asked you who's it going to be your friends or me and your daughter...
"tonight it's my friends...click"
back to the same ol' shit.
you're never going to change.
your life is shit and piss and that's the only thing that keeps me holding onto you.
because i know i can help you change that.
i can help you make it all better.
but you don't want my help...obviously.
i need the strength to let you go.
i'm in love with someone who doesn't reciprocate the actions of the word and doesn't understand the meaning.
FML.
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