It's Monday,
I'm sitting here,
Writing you this poem.
Your out with that girl
You said you were mates,
But you forget I know you,
I know you,
Better than anyone else.
That's why I don't trust you with her,
Or any other girl.
I know you can't resist temptation,
It's the way you promise your not.
It's Wednesday.
You stood me up again,
I knew you would.
Who are you with this time?
Is it your mates?
Or just more girls?
You think I don't know what you do,
Out looking for more girls,
That you can take advantage of,
Forgetting all about me,
Siting at home,
All alone,
Waiting for you to call.
It's Friday,
You need me to come and bail you out?
Tough s**t,I've had enough!
I'm outta here.
I'm doing what you thought I never would.
I never had the guts before, not I do.
I'm ready.
I can cope by myself,
I don't need your abuse.
I've taken too much,
Never fought back.
It's all gonna change.
