firstli i wna say he was her everyting
such a sweet tlker, he feed her anyting
butterflies in her stomach, she had the bes of tings
bt this was jus for a period
som'n like actin
until he got wat he was huntin.
then problems started addin; she insist it was love..
bt where is the lovin?
kept holdin, thas easy blind folded in front the situation.
there is a solution
here is the pic, remove ur position nd try to envision
witnessin ya man poppin off, feedin u b/s in tha kitchen.
do u like how he's treatin u ma?
do u see how much pain he's givin u ma?
i guess nt; u styl ponderin
wat if... as in if wat?
com'on mane ur weak; thinkin lettin go is hard.
