Stop right there,
I heard you out
listened to what
you had to say,
It's my turn now buddy,
You critisized me
questioned my parenting skills,
but where were you by the way?
Now you can eat shit,
You weren't there
and now that you pop
in every once in a while,
thinking you know it all
I'm suppose to beckon
to you're every command?
Keep this up I'll take it to trial!
Don't get me wrong
I can see how much you love
that little boy,
it's ovious...
But I do too, (thank you very much)
And it's always been
me and Nate
just the two of us,
that's why I always say MY son
so sorry if when I'm around you
I slip and say my son
instead of our son.
Didn't think it would hurt you this bad!
Reason for writing:
I'm pissed and rambling about some remarks
that were made to me by my baby's daddy.
We're semi back together working on old problems.
We haven't been together in over a year and now
that we're trying to work things out, miracles
are suppose to happen or something. Craziness.
Birth sign: Virgo
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