Don't I
feel dumb
I feel
So used
I fell for your games
And your juvenile muse
I can't still care
You chose
what you chose
Whether it's to lose
You're a grown woman
But are you aware
Of the adult you're becoming
I'm talking to you direct
There is no running
There is no one else
I'm starting to think
There is no hope
What grown woman
Is alright with being broke
One that has no control
Not even with a remote
Popping depression pills
And sorts
Out of her Ecko Red coat You have 3 kids
That need Essentials Smiles, sleep, soap
When I found someone Like I
I was insanely superbly stoked But I had to
Learn
Had to be warned
That even those feelings
That leave you cuddly warm
Can be toxic to you
Just in a different
Form
I don't know what to
Make of it
Make amends or mourn
Birthday the day before mine
But I don't know
when you was born
The month of March
Has been torn
The 10th and 11th marks the split Marks where it was tore
Tore me to pieces
This is my ending statement
This is my
Thank you thesis
You play games
Why keep this
Like receiving
**** as a present
You play games
Like a preteen peasant
And I know this isn't pleasant
The month of March ends on the 10th And then starts again on the 11th

You didn't just
Throw me under the bus
You was driving
Barely any passengers
But I know
Jealousy was riding
Riding very far
You was jealous
That we took Creamy to get a car But that's your friend
Since y'all been 10
I'm talking to you
Adult to adult
I'm not venting
Did you forget who I am JohnDre
Not John Henson
Tell your 2nd baby daddy To quit pimping
There's only one Johnny And he's Whitney's
Back when
I was going through it emotionally You was one person to get me
But while you was giving me advice You was throwing me under
The #18 and #50
I could have lost my job
I could have been in jail
And when I come out
And confront you
You'll probably show that one smile Shrug your shoulders and say oh well But there's no oh well about it
It's your life
You're the pilot
But your games have ran their course Your games
Have run outta mileage
You'll lie and say you're hurt
But don't even
Have a single symptom
It's never ever ever Your fault
You're always the Victim
You're sneaky slimy snake I refuse to be injected With venom
Your 3 kids
I would love
To meet them
But if you lose your job
How will you keep them
Come on dog
Come on March 10
The month of March has split at the 11th and won't be put back together
Ever ever again