(SHE SAID. . .) I don't know why I love him, he treats me so bad, Why do I stay with him, when I'm always so sad? He forgets my birthdays, not to mention he puts me down, brags to his boys, and embarrasses me when my friends come around. He does things to hurt me, he cheats, then tells me it's my fault, he says I'm wrong for being nosy, I wouldn't have been hurt, if he wasn't caught. He tells me I'm a simple woman, he rejects every decision I make, I've wondered for many years now, if he's been my only mistake. He tells me that he loves me, Only when he looks into my bruised eye, he turns his back on me, especially when I cry. Why do I love him? No one else can see, Why do I love him? I guess because I don't love me. . . ONLY A FOOL (HE SAID) I'm a real low down dirty dog, look around, this is where only a fool would be, how can I respect a woman, who calls herself in love with me? Why would I give anything to someone, lacking in self respect, why would I do anything, for a lady who will give me her whole paycheck? Why should I treat her any better, than she's willing to treat herself? While she's at home dreaming of me, I'll be out with someone else. You may think to yourself, "why is he so cruel?" Blame it on the one, I call a goddam fool.
Reason for writing:
The ups and downs of drama. Just wondering what it would be like to be a pitiful ass woman, and a no good man.
Birth sign: Libra
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