I express myself in a manner that puts you before a rank

I know it makes me seem
ungrateful

How hard it is to find the words that convey my love

They don't do enough

So you feel

An don't question whether they're real

You might anyways

Save it for a rainy day

Arguing with me a week before my birthday

As predictable as clock work

If they cared enough to know who their action's actually hurt

You wouldn't have gotten me anything anyway

You won't tell them how I helped you celebrate your's

From the kindness of my heart, blood spilled never in hopes of an award

To short to tell tall tales, you didn't merely spin them you abused them till they deformed

I remembered your birthday more than you cared to remember mine

You claimed me countless times, just to cheat on me while I was trying

An they wouldn't know that, you deceive them all the time

Constantly lying

To receive energy that couldn't rival what I was endlessly supplying

You see, that's all I could ever be to her selfish ass

Supposed to respect the neglect she showed while evading her own past

Claims don't stick, where the recognition lapse

How long the next dude last?

Dealing with your disrespectful ass

"My boyfriend had to help with our child"

You don't recognize how much you fucked up my relationship with them an that's worse than wild

Left me with a bad taste

How the hell I find anyone to love, if they're only concerned with the pace at which they replace?

How long I ignored an lied to myself about the signs right in front of my face

You made sure I couldn't be apart of my children's life any other way

Unless I bowed down to an tried to obey?

A blind man could see past the games you play

Why the fuck you want me, after everything you managed to throw away?

Every time it's like you slowly understand the state of our relationships decay

Now I need to go away

Now I only wanna argue

They stopped rallying behind you, as they saw who you were

How no one mattered enough for you address why you were insecure

Wanting answers from people you constantly lie to

If I found a dead prostitute in a dumpster, that'd be an upgrade a relationship with the potential to improve

If you cared about anything I had to lose

I wouldn't have...