Better of without him
Find you're self in all kinda situations, All kinda Places, Acting all crazy
Cater for him day by day, Still he'll be acting up
You cry, feel like you die inside, Needing someone to love you to night
Phone numbers in his Pocket, he's Late night clubbing' , Creeping around
You find yourself at they edge and than You breakdown
No need for fronting' Cause ya minds made up
Ya don't take it any longer, And his stuff is packet up
Don't need no excuses don't even wanna talk
He slept around and messed up
still trying , Keeps on laying ,The only thing you wanted was him to love you, Need you
Always giving you're everything, Never messed up anything
always being true, Never sleeping around.
Stayed home and waited for him, till 5 o' clock in the morning
Now you passed the phase of denial and you're so through
And it feels so stunning you let him go and he comes back running
To late cause you're minds made up, Look in you're phone
Numbers enough give them a call and see if there not caught up!
Chocotofje, vrouw, 38 jaar
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