Over you

I used to get sad when you
messed with otha chicks
but, now I just smile and think
you ain't nothing but, a snitch
I used to love you
until I learned that you don't care for me
Now the tables have turned
I used to miss you when you were gone
but, now I don't care just like you
my LOVE iz gone

So this is my poem to you so you can understand
that i don't care nomore if you hold her hand

Bye Robert

Thanks for nothing you coward!