Reality Of Men
They said not all men are the same,
They even said they don’t have no intention to cause us pain,
But they all do the same,
They never assure us anything,
And still expect a lot much more,
After all they never stay from you,
They always walk away like nothing change,
And from that day,
You even afraid to jump out of bed,
You only comfort will be your bed,
Resting, resting and resting to wipe tears away
You still question if there were any good intentions of those men you knew,
But there just sad reminders when you wonder away,
Too bad we hurt too much,
Cause even tv when it is on triggers out our pain,
Yet we still don’t learned
And another man comes,
Like always sneaking their way in.
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