Your mother would be proud of you
That's what you told me
When I asked her, her opinion, she turned and said to me
One day he will be jailed, or my four will become three
When I pointed out your white lies
And each great or small misdeed
Objecting, you'd cry, "I'll make
"Something" from my misery."
I cried, and I tried to tell you before it happened
What comes from this foolish pride
& You cocked your head, laughing back
While spitting in my eyes
The History: My ex boyfriend who painted me as heinous disgusting person was arrested in February. He is in jail for 3 years. I pity him, but I also tried to warn him. Another one bites the dust.