I'Not Mad
Do not turn me to a ranting woman cos I know I don't nag,
do not call me Mad ,I know I don't wear rag.
Pls do not tear me apart,I'm all I've got till u showed up,
and how do I know u are mine when u never own up.
My beauty is fading,friends are asking when is my wedding,
you tell me to keep waiting till you've made some more penny to fend for the world.
Mr man,my time is ticking so I'm moving out of the house we share,
out of your life so dear,the next thing you'll hear is that I'm married to an ex.
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