You said you thought I was cute- cute as a button.
I said you're nice- nicer then some.
And we talked as though we where in something serious.
Spending so much time together- people thought we where attached at the hip.
That was fun- until you made a mistake.
You kissed another girl- and told me you liked it.
So I almost got knocked up by another guy.
And we argued- nobody giving the other person a chance.
And we kissed- and made up.
Then, I got mad at myself. And my sick cruel ways.
And you got tired of those ways- and wanted out.
And you did get out. Out of the relationship.
Until I came running back like a hooligan- saying: "I love you".
I had finally said the words. And that night- you did too. We loved each other.
Then you treated me terribly. And I tested you even worst.
We hated each other.
And then- we got back together.
And you said the magic words "marry me".
I said yes.
Inside- you said no.
And we're here- married terribly with 2 happy kids under the names of: Mr. and Mrs. Bi-polar
