Valerie
I’m tired of feeling bottled and useless
I begged and pleaded for you
I gave up my pills for you..
On the floor with my head spinning
Every day of the week I yearn
to see your face
I’m not her.. I dislike being Valerie
Countless nights of tribals and tribulations
On Friday? What a way to end the week
I’m so sorry I’m not good enough
I’m not perfect, i’m corrupted
please mercy me.. i don’t wanna be a Valerie
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