Maybe I’m a bad girlfriend, just a jealous insecure bitch. Maybe she's just a person. Maybe he's just an idiot. He hides everything. He lies by non discloser. Off with his head. And what am I?? I am nothing. I am sad and in trouble today. Why do I bother? I hate it. And she writes poems about my boyfriend fuck you. Sure feel bad about myself because of you, I hate you, you get me in trouble when I just finished getting myself out of trouble. Bitch.Whore. you can't have my man. He’s a whore too, a gigolo ho. I’m mad I can man. I am. You suck. I don't care if I rhyme. I don't have the time. I’m not poetic or beautiful. I have no kids. I have no life. I have nothing. Are you feeling better, I’m sure not. It’s cold and it snowed and I hurt my arm. I didn't want to talk but you wouldn't stop. Are you happy now? Feel almighty. Oh it's not appropriate and I get jealous easily. Well I guess so, if you only know what I know, there'd be a reason to care. I didn't want to share. Cant' you just go away, make every opportunity to stay. He told you that shit and still all you want to do is get your hands on him. I thought you were married but now it’s not true just with some guy. I am too. So leave mine alone, you get no bone. I'm so sad today, I don't want to stay, I hate that it's this way. And it's always my fault; I should have left it in the vault. WHore. Oh and good luck with making it work. We’ve been working longer then you, you know nothing. NOTHING. You don't even know him. I use to be his good friend too, now I’m his girlfriend which is no one to you. I know him; I almost can hear his thoughts, the sound of his heart beating. I stuck threw the cops. And you've known him so long then why don't you exsist? Why can't he tell me even a little bit?? There’s nothing to hide when it's out in the open. My feelings are hurt and I feel like I’ve been choken. Oh and I’m suppose to feel sorry because you're stuck in the house, it’s your own fault. I'm stuck in mine too, but that never seems to count. It’s not my man who should come to you. Leave me alone, don't you get it you clone. You make me rhyme I have no time for your fuckin slut- ok its nothing personal just my man and my sanity.