Good or Bad?
when times are good they're really really goodbut when they go bad it seems this couldn't be worse.
I try so hard day after each passing day but it seems
loving this sometimes dreadful man will forever be my curse.
the things he says, they haunt me
and I can't help but wonder if others will think the same
occationally I gain confidence in myself
and realize it's all apart of
his twisted game.
One day I'll bring children into this world but what example have I set
to follow?
To continuously give your heart to a man who could give a damn less if he
leaves you hollow?
that's a little tough to swallow.
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