She’s not open. She doesn’t talk to him. All she does is run through his life and walk all over him. And he can’t understand, but it won’t be long before she leaves. And she’ll say, “Baby, be a man. All your life, you’ll be deceived.”
So when I look his way, he won’t give me the time of day. Because I’m too THIS to be any good and I’m too THAT to act the way a lady should. And I know broken hearts. I’ve hemmed up a couple of my own. The obsession that I’d shown. Caused satisfaction to the bone. But now affection is something I’ve disowned. Cuz I know, compared to having them, that I’m better off alone.














