I wish I was getting permanent scars by being tightly
coiled in barbwire than having the feeling of you leaving me
we live together, yet I hardly see you
you are always up and about with other guys
I love you sugar, why can’t you love me too?
I even go down on you and eat you out
why are you always messing about?
I’m tired of feeling obsessed and depressed crying over you
I cant even walk out of the house without checking my cell 1,000 times if you
are okay
Why can’t you call me to say you are drinking with the girls?
Instead Sally has to call me saying you’re puking everywhere
Is that the only time I get to sleep in the same bed with you? When I have to
take care of you?
You’re my fiancée yet you’re treating me worse than a spider on the wall
Talking does no help
I rather you fight and scream at me, then ignore my breaking soul
Why, why did you fall out of love with me when I did no harm?
Why, why do you have to be so cruel?
You give me more pain then pleasure, more anger then happiness, and more depression then hope
I paid for your wedding ring, and I was going to pay for
your wedding dress
Covered in pearls and lace like you always wanted!
Will anything I do make you love me, like how you love yourself?