I can't believe i trusted you,
i even ended up loosing a friend or two.
Then you have to go and stab me in the back,
now i know you have characteristics you choose to lack.
You're off with your new friends calling me a bitch,
meanwhile im sitting here crying trying not to flinch.
Cause your mean words are cutting like knives,
all because guys are going to be throwing me fives.
So what im going to be a stripper,
so what I'll be pulling down my zipper.
Maybe you're just jealous as fuck,
cause seeing me without clothes was barely in your luck.
Do me a little favor,
next time you're taking shit tell them my flavor,
Cause that's the most luck you got,
and i think you defiantly could be taught.
Cause you can continue to eat me out,
but you really have no idea hat cummings about.
So please continue on calling me names,
but just know im done with your fucked up love games.
~Arial Blair 2/6/18
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