Hands on your hips
Breath on my lips
You say we’re through
Found someone new
I say again?
You nod your head
Am I naive?
You torture me
You torture,
Avoid eye contact
You broke our pact
I’ll die alone
You’ll live at home
Have four brown kids
They are a bitch
Cuz you gave them courses
You torture,
You torture me,
Hands on my mouth
I’m screaming loud
Cuz you’re not there
This is not fair
Give me no smiles
Don’t stay for a while
I pray on my knees
You’ll stop torturing me
Please stop,
Cracks on my lips
Your hands on her hips
I sit alone
You’re not home
Cuz you’re on her street
You’ve lost all of me
With your exposure
Just do not torture
Don’t you torture me.


© Waiteing