A lovers promise, again broken..
Another one that used you like a token..
A video game like version, life..
Sexed you up, then said you would be a wife..
Sent you on an imaginary trip of love..
Told you stories of roses and doves..
Of a house with kids and a white picket fence..
A couple of months now..Not a word since.
To bad its just another fairy tale fantasy..
Wishing you had remembered the last mockery..
Hurt and teary eyed, you see no other way..
Lonely you go out and pick up another stray..
Taking out your anger his woman..(third party)
Moving from partner to partner, will you ever
see..
No one lead you down this blind road..
You chose to believe each story they told..
Situation not improving, stop wearing shame 
like a glove..
My sista, I guess you need to blame it on the 
one you love...(Yourself)