Untitled (You'Re Going To Be Okay)
Wipe the tears from your eyes
surely you're not the blame,
When entering a room hold your head up high
there's no reason why you should feel ashamed.
Never mind the rumors that's going around town
people don't know you as well as I do,
Let the people continue to spread rumors about town
they just don't have anything better to do.
They're just going by what he's been telling all of his friends
painting you as being just some cheap thrill,
But it's the real truth that he's not interested in telling
because "his story" has more zing and more thrill.
It was your own precious gift that you willingly gave to him
because you felt that he was one for you,
But you never thought that he'd go away talking to them
and spread hideous lies and rumors about you.
He'd led you to believe that you were the only one
that he wanted and needed in his life,
He'd led you to believe that you were such a good woman
that would in turn make him a good wife.
But you didn't imagine him jumping up and marrying another
someone which he'd been seeing for at least a year,
Whenever he did make mention of her he'd say that she was his "little sister"
a family friend that was true and dear.
Since that day he broke your heart you haven't been quite the same
you've been feeling that it was all your fault,
Honey, it's about high time that you stop carrying around the blame and shame
because in all actuality, it's his lost.
You're much better off without him in your life
he was only bringing you down to own level of low,
Maybe it was best that you never became his wife
because he never really loved you so.
Copyright © Wanda Mckinney | Year Posted 2007
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