Why did you die?
Why did you give up?
Why didn't you stay?
Why was every day a hustle to party & play?

Why would you treat me as a Queen and then as less?
Why wasn't I good enough?
Why did you give me sedatives?
Why didn't you confess your secrets?
Why would you hide secrets that made you a mess.?

Your secrets made you sick so you were running from yourself . I keep thinking what more could I have done?
I could have put my foot down, but you would have run...

I cleaned up the mess every time you went to jail, even...