Jealous Men
Why do they have to be right
Fifiteen years later
And he starts a fight
A hypocrite to say the least
With hold whatever
My pain he feasts
You have evidence of my guilt
Show it already
These years you have built
Who cares anymore
Let it all go
There's a future to explore
Scare them away
Try to get some control
This is all you prey
Love the one you hate
Hate the one you love
I prefer the first as my fate.
Go away little boy
You have alot to learn
I am no longer your play toy
Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007
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