My Ex |
by Brenda Moore |
Why didn't you have time for me? You had it for your boys. All you did was neglect me As if I were some played out toys. I don't understand when I gave you the most. She got the handcuffs on him, Is all your boys would boast. You stooped to their level And got caught in their game. It caused trouble between us So I gave you a name. My ex. |