*sip sip sip sip*
As I sit in my chair, I think it unfair.
Why can you control me in a way that I can't share.
You control me, and my remote thinking blockage of emotion.
Jerks plow a field to keep the season in motion.
By this I mean that you mean everything to me,
And yet you sleep around on me.
You see him after hours, or when I take one of my long showers.
I swear I want to take away this power.
I sit on the couch and eat, eat all my worries and issues.
My bedroom is filled with tissues.
From sad moments, to the most alone at times,
I use lotion to ease the gears as I get them started to write rhymes.
How and why and must and maybe.
One day you'll be sorry.
I don't plan on seeing you again.
But I know I will again.
*sip sip sip sip*
