The Truth Hurts
Walking down the block with a dime in her hand
Still in her stomach is a seed from another man
Her mans not home but he's got a rock in his hand
She's going crazy cuz she knows that she did him wrong
In her mind all she hears is that same old song
The one they used to listen to
The one that describes it all
Three days pass by and theres still no call
Not even a letter
i know God can make it better.....
And now it makes sense!.....
He loved,loved in past tense.
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