Too Late
No I don’t hate you
but it is too late for that you want to stay with me
you are a stranger to me
I know you dislike my lady
because that is too bad
she is the mother of my babies
don’t try and save me
I’m fighting this like a one man army
say what you need to say
and best be on your way
you are too late for trying to be a mother now
I’m moving on with my life
because I’m trying to
be a father to my three daughters
now at least they have met their grandma…
Copyright © Phatt Matt | Year Posted 2015
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