7th October - Alfa Mist

I weren’t gonna vent

But, what a turn of events

I’m confirming an end

I was sleeping in the services then

She’s the weakest in her circle of friends

She was flirting with men

I’m learning to mend

There’s a lot of hurt to her, man

And I wanted to return to the sender

But I never heard of her again

So I, turned to the next, pressed the burden on them

She’s emersed

Usually, I’d be the first to defend

But, I’m showing no concern, it’s a trend

Tables turn

I’m pulling out, we had a date confirmed

But to me, that’s a mistake I earned

It aches it burns

Got a second degree like I paid to learn

Should be letting it be, cause it makes me worse

I should be setting her free from the chains and curse

But she’s no better than me, what’s the safety word?

Why is it ladies first?

Why can’t people get what they deserve?