When he left me, he picked up his pied piper flute, little wonder all my friends went running after his rancid trail.
After ripping my throat out and my heart he paraded around the neighbourhood getting sympathy, appearing as a wounded puppy. The blood was never his.
He left me after draining my tank and reserve tank too, then kicking my engine in frustration as he failed to get his Dracula fix.
Even when he left me he played the part of the little bitch, leaving his ring on the shelf and stalking out. But that was always our problem, I was forced to play the role of the man with all the responsibilities of the woman. He never treated me as a woman but that's what I am. I'm strong, yet feminine. He needs a woman who wants to be a man, and that ain't this sister, nah uh.
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