With her I finally broke up
Because, I had enough,
Because, of all the silly games
And to all that she constantly blames.
I got tired of all the lying
And all the wishing and hoping and trying,
And all the worries and the stress
Which made me a total mess.
I am tired of all the headaches
From all of my accused mistakes,
I am tired of all that pain
Being single, I promise I will now remain.
She though moved on and kept of dating
Kept on meeting others and also mating,
She's now with another man
She already had a backup plan.
I had loved with all of my soul and heart
But, from the pain I was given I had to depart,
Like all men I loved emotionally
While all women they love opportunistically.
Randy L. McClave
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