Yeah yeah It's fucked up but I'm not gonna cry for shit but best believe me I have my own share of the shit but I don't want you to go but it's something about him sleeping peacefully why I stay up and wonder it's because you pretend to care about me isn't it and that's why you can't read between the lines you not even trying anymore so why do you fuck me if you not making love to me it's very convenient of you to just get a fuck out of me when you want just like I thought you fuck me to get a nut starting to see you just a typical guy and it's crazy I know when shit is different but now it's to late the ugly fucking truth is staring me right in the mirror and you lucky because I'm a mad black woman with a diary I should slap the fuck out of you and wake you out your sleep instead of playing the radio I became my own voice and that's the shit that scares me the most but it's the reason why I test the waters and for once I didn't drown in my own pity
