I’m not in the wrong
And god’s know who told me
Why should I lie about that
And you what I
Don’t even think about it
It doesn’t come across
My mind anymore
If you really want to know
What’s wrong with me
You be a man about it
Ask me
I already know
Always excuses after excuses
I have a better ****
To do
Rather than asking what wrong with me
Absolutely nothing
I don’t ask anything about you
I don’t ask what’s wrong with
You.
I leave **** alone
I’m done asking questions
It’s give me a headache
A woman like me
Will get tired same question
All the time
I learned to just leave it alone
Let God handle
That for me