A Bawl By: Ann M. Hampton If God is a "God of love," Than how is it he lets my heart beat so, By letting you lie to me And then away you must go? How is it that he allows you to cheat And me to not know, Then suddenly come across the evidence Of this bitch, the knowledge of this hoe? I can't believe you lied to me, Kept it from me, and now broke my heart. Maybe, it's a good thing now Know that we are apart. Why don't you just admit You never loved me at all? You just said that because you needed to use me To do what you needed; I did it all. Now I don't understand If you have more women, Why is is me that you called? It's me you told you loved, And it's me, the one, that's having the bawl.Birth sign: Pisces
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