My Truth

I loved you more than you’d ever imagine that one could

I was there for you even when the times weren’t good

I had your back indeed I did

But you couldn’t manage to treat me like the queen that you promised you would.

You needed a place to stay I opened my doors

Now my heart feels as though it was used and I must say that it is tore

I knew of your past, even knew you were a whore

I should’ve known that it was only temporarily until you walked out the door

On to the next that the model you live by

Well, sorry son of a bitch I hope that you die

I know that those words are harsh to say

But hell that just how I’m feeling today