So, you say love me

So, you want me to believe you

Have no doubts, go all out 

But you hurt me 

Saying that you love me but you’re staring at her skirt

I bet you wonder what’s under her skirt and under her shirt

But you love me

“it’s just one pic”, now I’m sick

Now everything clicks

That you can’t pick

You be on these chicks

But get upset when I get skeptic

You don’t get how that is tempting

And I am supposed be to accepting

I’m crazy when I’m venting

But go ahead tell me that you love me

While you hype them up like a fan

Instead of only being my man

But I’m supposed to be okay with it

Just because you get a kick out of it

You ignore the pain and blame it on your sex

The pain runs deep because all they wanted was sex

So, what makes you any different?

You see me hurting about it and still do it… just like them! 

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