Two of two kinds
I remember the talk we had on Monday, you said you'd change and you said you'd stop. I actually believed you. I actually for once, thought you would make the right desicion. Guess I was wrong,
Once a hoe, always a hoe. Looks like your social escort nights haven't ended and neither has your drinkin' nights. Looks like your lyin' hasn't stopped either.
It's funny how you can cry a river infront of me and say you were gonna change for the best, that you were gonna give it your all to helpin' the family. What's more funny, is that you can so blatantly blog 'bout how much fun you're havin' when you promised you'd spend the time lookin' for a less 'demeaning' job. I can't believe I keep believin' that you were cured of your brain damage.
One day, you're sayin' that you'll never say I love you again. The very next day, you're missing me like crazy and you can't live. Then the next day, you have a threesome in a hotel with two other guys. The day after that, it's back to lovin' me.
Meetin' my friends, and boasting 'bout your wild nights and new job isn't so smart after all? Never ever, lie to me.
Oops, I just remembered, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone but hey; "i'm sorry Lee, i have to break the promise"
I trusted you and I tried so hard to help you, but it seems you're just out of hand.
You say that now, you're doin' the safer one. I don't believe you. You also said you were in Chinatown, havin' dinner with your cousin. Who were you tryin' to kid? You know where you were and you know what you were doin'. Why lie? Why tell it to my friend like it was nothing but you gotta lie when it comes to me?
I don't give a fuck 'bout you anymore, I tried to help, I did what I could, but it seems like this is what you were made to do so yeah, enjoy!
On a less embarasin' note, I have found out the equation to any mishappening and how to prevent it in it's early stages. Don't bring her along, I don't want to sound mean but it's really taxing on me to have to look out for you, make sure you're okay, make sure that what I'm doin' is alright by your tai tai standards. I want to go out and have fun, not look after you.
Girls are a fuckin' pain in the ass. Seriously.
Once a hoe, always a hoe. Looks like your social escort nights haven't ended and neither has your drinkin' nights. Looks like your lyin' hasn't stopped either.
It's funny how you can cry a river infront of me and say you were gonna change for the best, that you were gonna give it your all to helpin' the family. What's more funny, is that you can so blatantly blog 'bout how much fun you're havin' when you promised you'd spend the time lookin' for a less 'demeaning' job. I can't believe I keep believin' that you were cured of your brain damage.
One day, you're sayin' that you'll never say I love you again. The very next day, you're missing me like crazy and you can't live. Then the next day, you have a threesome in a hotel with two other guys. The day after that, it's back to lovin' me.
Meetin' my friends, and boasting 'bout your wild nights and new job isn't so smart after all? Never ever, lie to me.
Oops, I just remembered, I wasn't supposed to tell anyone but hey; "i'm sorry Lee, i have to break the promise"
I trusted you and I tried so hard to help you, but it seems you're just out of hand.
You say that now, you're doin' the safer one. I don't believe you. You also said you were in Chinatown, havin' dinner with your cousin. Who were you tryin' to kid? You know where you were and you know what you were doin'. Why lie? Why tell it to my friend like it was nothing but you gotta lie when it comes to me?
I don't give a fuck 'bout you anymore, I tried to help, I did what I could, but it seems like this is what you were made to do so yeah, enjoy!
On a less embarasin' note, I have found out the equation to any mishappening and how to prevent it in it's early stages. Don't bring her along, I don't want to sound mean but it's really taxing on me to have to look out for you, make sure you're okay, make sure that what I'm doin' is alright by your tai tai standards. I want to go out and have fun, not look after you.
Girls are a fuckin' pain in the ass. Seriously.
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