• You have your ways
    and you start the fights.
    You win too
    because i try and please you,

    You trample all over me
    with your insecure lies
    thinking i dont know
    that your with him
    all these times

    Your sick all the time,
    the weddings are important too
    Mum is home, or
    your not in the mood

    You say you love me
    and sometimes you mean it
    like when you need money
    or someone to scream at.

    Not that i care,
    or that i would,
    but next time he screws you
    and gives you a boot,


    Don't come crying and saying
    "We were so good"