I’m in my penthouse half naked
I cooked this meal for you naked
So where the hell you at?
So I decided to plan a special night for us tonight. I straighten out the table cloth excited. I cooked us stake and mash potatoes, knowing it is her favorite. And since he claims I cook better while I’m nude I decide to cook it nude. Even though right now I’m in my bra and panty since I want to at least taste some food and if I was still nude we would forget about the food.
It is now 9:40 and still no sign of him. Where could he possibly be at Smackdown finishes 8pm so I don’t get it. And we have a hotel in the area that Smackdown was filmed.
Just one shot left in this glass
Don’t make me break it
Time flied now it is 10:30 and one bottle of wine is done and I’m now drinking something harder like vodka. I swear if he doesn’t come home in the next five minutes I’ll break the glass and everything around me. All I wanted was for him to be here. That was all.
Wish that you were me
So you could feel this feeling
If you were me you would be piss off till next freaking life-time. I want you to feel how I feel. Abandon, unloved, like nothing and the list goes on. It may sound bad but I want him to feel those feelings so freaking bad.
I never broke on promise,
And I know when you not honest
Now you got me yelling
I promise to be there for you, check. To love you for better or for worse, check. To be faithful to you, check. I got a robe and wrapped it around myself not closing it. I walked out on the balcony watching the city go by.
I decided to call him and see his excuse but I know it would a lie but I call him anyway.
“Where are you Randall?” I ask through the phone as the wind hit my face. “Um, I got held back in work today and a flat tire after so Sheamus decide for me to room with him for the night.’’ He had a bit of an uneasy tone in his voice. I sighed not to bothering with him and his lies so I just hung up the phone. I walk back inside the dining room and pulled at the cloth on the dining table which had food on it. I stood and watch the plates shatter, the forks and knives bounce up and down before finally settling on the floor. The glasses which held wine but no longer fell and broke to pieces. The cloth crumbled to side of them. It felt good but I started yelling like I’m crazy in an empty house.
That’s because I’m jealous
So why did I break all those things and yelled like a mad woman instead of just leaving him? Simple, I’m jealous. Jealous that he could do whatever and still know he is coming home to a loving wife.
If you keeping your promise
I’m keeping mine
Oh I’m jealous
If you keeping your promise
I’m keeping mine
Oh I’m jealous
