I Don't Believe One Word

I tried

I allowed my ears the space to listen to her cries

As she told me of nights she wanted to be home, but work kept her busy

The office really was her entire life

Or was it the moonlit skies she said she admired, while driving to the club

She danced at home a lot with me, then took her talents to other dudes

While DJs pumped her up...with alcohol

I guess I'm not enough

//

I knew someone who was a professional bouncer

Long story short, they found her

Hugged up at the bar, with a bottle to satisfy her wild side

When she came home this particular night

She thought I had no clue

Sorry...honey

These photos my friend sent me don't copy what isn't true

Oh no I still love you

I love you and I enough to let you do what you love to do

But I am through

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My nights of waiting in anticipation turned to sad dreams

You screamed at your boss on the phone once, and I tried to calm you down

That same night I found you texting "people from work"

Now I feel like a jerk, because you had me in belief of what seemed genuine

You don't authentically love me enough

You'd rather rough it out in the streets

So please...

Enjoy yourself while you can

But you can have a great time with another man

I'm can't stick around for this