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You say that I'm not a good wife,
but I supported you while you were in jail.
How can I not be a good wife,
when I stood by you when others would bail?
You know how to push my every button.
How to make me doubt myself and get mad.
You're the fool who will never realize
the loyal, forgiving, faithful wife you had.
Not many people will stand by a man,
who is an addict, has cheated and hit them.
I gave you a second chance with our marriage,
I was the fool who went out on a limb.
I never should have given you the first chance.
You didn't deserve to have someone like me.
Not that I'm beautiful or glamorous, just normal.
But you use women to get what you need.
You feed on women with low self esteem,
using your looks to get your foot in the door.
Well, I learned my lesson, though I love you,
You're a disgrace, and I deserve more.
I'm tired of you calling and playing your mind games.
You say hurtful things that make me cry.
Why can't you leave me alone, do what you do best,
Go get drunk, screw some skank and get high!
I don't want you in my life anymore,
No, we can't be friends and stay in touch!
You can't make amends for what you've done,
Its over, you've put me through way too much!
You'll never change, so why would I want
to even think of giving you another chance?
I did my time, I'm done, its over, Good-bye,
It didn't work for us, I'm no longer in your trance!
Just sign the papers, for once be a man
and do as I ask, I've given you enough of my time.
Go back to how you were when we met, using women,
not wanting to work, doing drugs and your life of crime.
Copyright © Aleera De La Keur | Year Posted 2009