Don't make me your case,
Stop being my judge.
Just give me some space,
And I won't hold no grudge.
You gave me war and I wasn't tough,
I need some peace.
I think I have had enough,
my heart is still in pieces.
No man with a toolkit can mend or fix me
Not even a body stretch or a waist bend or a
text can comfort me.
No doctor or sangoma can stop the bleeding,
Unlike the South African Flag, the red on my
Flag represents the Blood Shed of the love I
kept giving,
to You.
Go away
Voetsek!
Put yourself on display
Klusek
My mind is in pain,
I cannot abuse myself with such thoughts
There's very little to gain
Except useless fights
I don't miss you
I don't need you
I don't care about you
Do I love you?