I'm sitting here alone
wondering what the hell did I do wrong
so many tears I cried
so many tears I dried
what am I to do now
my heart is in battle
over this crazy dude
I'm mad
I'm angry
he doesn't even care
I became the toy that he spared
although I knew he was married
I believe that one day he would master me
he never even studied me
I wanted to be his everything
I wanted to be his sunshine
but he want me to be mistress
what is this pain that I'm feelong
why do he tell me that he loves me
and then flee me when he feels right
I would have killed for this nigga
went to jail for this nigga
I was his true ride or die sistah
now he is sitting at home alone
wondering what the hell did I do wrong
my response to that is
you never cried
instead you smiled and took me for granted...

Atiya beyah

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