The List

Apparently I'm the worse that there is A curse for the kids A cancer of his O yes there's a list A bad mother that exist Im not a woman that he needs by his hips Not the only one who's kissed his lips But I'm on the bad list I never changed so it's been said My hardwork doesn't pay off It's shot dead With my hope But he doesn't want to let go. Because of the sacrifices he's made. Apparently in his eyes I don't appreciate I also don't give, I only take If I'm such a bad woman Then I guess I have no room to say Anything. So in silence I just sit here with your list Waiting Like an idiot.