Part One...
I just gotta get a lil something off my chest, thats all....
Well maybe it’s you, because it sure isn’t me/
And you kept telling me that ur not happy/
Well maybe you should’ve stepped out ur z-o-n-e/
Or maybe you just can’t handle a guy like me/
Even if you think you can’t, you should've still took a chance/
Stop messing with those losers, and make me ur man/
Stop messing with those losers, and make me ur man/
Unless you like heartbreaks, and want to get hurt again/
You said that I was a, great, guy/
Well then why don’t you want to get with this, great, guy/
And a synonym for great is the best/
So whomever you with now, you just settling for less/
But I’m not gonna sweat it, ima keep doing me/
But if that dude hurt you, then don’t come crying to me/
So ima say goodbye, but I don’t think you will care/
Now I’m out the door so see you in my knightmares/
Copyright © Rudy Winkler | Year Posted 2010
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