I hate a cheater at the game of life

Ill forgive your mistakes
And let you live strong
Ill forgive and forget
But you can’t help but be wrong
You say that you love me
But that can never be right
All the days that you hurt me
And all the nights that we fight
You say that you need me
But what else can I say
all the days your not here
all the nights you run away
you’re talking to strangers
and acting like your friends
your out all night
and you come home around ten
you can barley stand up
and your eyes are all red
you never say good morning
before collapsing in our bed
red stains on your collar
the shade is not mine
weird bruises on your neck
and you smell like cheap wine
there claws marks from something
going down your back
i’m starting to think maybe
You’ve been attacked.
or mug? or robed in the street?
anything to help
not think that you did not cheat
because if you love me so
as much as you say
why would you go out
and party away
am I not good enough?
so you lie in my face
make me feel like crap
only good enough for 3rd place?
well i’m not gona take it
not another day
so I think it’s my turn
to get up and run away