You're 15 or 16 but act like you're four
So you can scoot your ass out my door
Out of my lfie
Dead to me stabbed with a knife
My man you was supposed to be
But an immature bitch is what I see
Behind my back talking shit
On the phone we talk about it
Those nasty words you deny
My feelings for you don't multiply
My anger I take out in this poem
Crying all the time while I am home
I now know how you truley feel
And my heart made of gold you could not steal
Your little boy act is enough
This whole time I've tried to be tough
My heart can't take these games no more
So, get out of my life I'm shutting the door

 
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