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Saturday, February 14, 2009

R3w!nD...Dn!w3R



Damn!?!
I wish I could rewind back to a time
Where I was fine, but girl he was so fine
Mind my blew he

In this clinic like damn
I can’t believe this
Shhhhh
Damn I must be thinking out loud
Trying to see through this cloud
Of doubt and denial
Loud so are head my in voices.

Choices we make while in love
Or infatuated
The rumors I hated, believing that
With sex our relationship would make it
I saw him, when I saw him naked
Waited still but on going was what knew I

High, I must have been to believe that
He was just a “friend”
I forgave him accepted him
Again and again

Damn!?!
I wish I could rewind back to a time
Where I was fine, but girl he was so fine
He blew my mind

I sipped my wine
Watching the clock, wasting time
Didn’t know love
Would have me so blind
The down low, the low down
Not mine, my husband was getting around
Voices in my head are so loud

He chose me out of a crowd of
Gorgeous promiscuous women
A dream world I was living
3 beautiful children I was giving
This deadly disease my body was ridden
Man who you kidding
It’s just the beginning to my ending
Lifestyle secret a living


All it had I, I’m twisted
But I never thought I would make this visit
Is this what I’d become? Is It?!?
Eating my body from the inside out
And there was no doubt
In my mind that this was a rumor
Simply played out, but that’s not how it played out

And I shout “I can’t believe the man of my dreams
Ruined everything to have a king
Man I thought I was his queen
Caught up between what was real to him
And what I wanted to be a dream
Deep down I want to scream
But I open my mouth and silence intervenes

My body is dead, dead is body my
It kills me inside, I start to cry
Because out of my eyes
I see him with that guy
That helped kill me, my body is stiff
And if I had one wish, wish one had I if
Breath deep one took I

Mommy you love I, is the last I heard from my son

5,4,3,2,1 FLATLINE I’m done!!!

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