When the pen stops writing, mind killin,
when the lines on the empty pages stop fillin,
will she take me for a joke or love money?
take everything i make, nothing else from me,
i've gone way too far to fall for the same trick,
the same ole "i'll never lie" bullshit,
why do all these choices think my mind thick?
mistake me for a Bop it, twist and pull it,
always either too nice for em, something trange,
or the cliche excuse that she "just changed",
how many more seasons will it take to mend?
so many reasons to try and run away again,
we're all the same...men, what is this?
why do most of us think women as bitches?
just cause they are vicious, doesn't mean you
need to stoop to their low level too.