Treasure Island

Marcquiese Burrell

(2/21/1987 / Baltimore, MD)

You Did Do That


you really hoped
when you called my phone
that I'd, sympathize
with you
baby it's over
now leave me alone
and I'll start my life anew-ed

The situation it seems
just got a little crazy
you would secretly cheat
and it pushed me away just pushed me away
and when i think of what we both had
i'd shake my head and I would just laugh
my friends encouraging me
I rushed into this thing
it was a little too soon

funny how things went
I thought this was heaven sent
but the things you have done was hell
you did do that

you'll think of the times
playing over in your mind
until you realize i been good to you
and you've played me for a fool

sadly, you were to insecure
some days I wasn't even sure
communications between us was weak
things was much better off
when we hadn't speak
but to tell you the truth
I can't ever have love for you
being someone who would just seek
to have your cake
and try and eat it too

Submitted: Sunday, November 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 18, 2013
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