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A poem about the after results of a relationship |
Bitter I am bitter 'cause you want it this way Bitter Why am I bitter Am I bitter 'cause I don't want to see you Bitter 'cause I don't want to talk to you Bitter 'cause I don't want to text message you Bitter 'cause I don't want to e-mail you And am I bitter 'cause I don't want to be with you I am bitter 'cause you made it this way Fucking chicks Don't know the difference between bitter and not wanting to be bothered And it seems she had things between us where it was like I always hollered These fucking chicks wanna stay together 'cause they like the drama, the abuse And no matter how many fucked up relationships I've been in, I just can't get use To this Although it has put me in angry mode, which now most of the time I'm always pissed And when I think about them Adrenaline Rushes over me And I am angry, I am anxious, I am wide awake, and I am sweaty But not bitter And I hope none of them ever cross my path when I am feeling like this 'cause I don't know what I would do But I know blood and bruises would be the end results I can be angry and violent just like the words I write But it leaves the chicks coming back for more Words can be right Pierce and rhyme But just as long as blood and bruises aren't the end results |