Why?
I have never let a dude run over me, no matter how much they say they love me.
Why do I let him? He’s done hit, and yelled at me. He’s made me cry, scream,
even wanting to run away.
Why do I love him? He’s a hustler and takes good care of me.
Nice clothes, shoes, jewelry, whatever I want he gives it to me.
Why do I let him hurt me? Maybe it’s because I’m scared to leave.
The sex is good, the conversations are great, but sometimes his attitude
changes.
Why do I put up with it? Because I think I’m really in love.
Seven months of my life I wasted on you and I’m glad it’s over.
Why I stopped crying? Because I’m over you.
And I’m happier than I have ever been in my life
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