listen, I realize that our roadmaps are
different -- they're starting to split
to separate routes
and I'm just about out of gas
and I can't go on
you stand there with your Mad Black Woman
assessment
telling me that I'm like the rest
that've come and gone
with no gall of responsible inquiry
I detest that, although I confess that
in the past years that I haven't been
an angel in disguise
not exactly a devil in drag
but a heavy bag dragging this situation
into the mud about as worse
as you have
so here we are -- you tell me I'm ain't shit
and I call you a crazy bitch
and here we are
still on a journey to nowhere
which is why I've decided to switch seats
pick another car and drive off
a few glances back but no return
okay Fine! I'll be that no-good
high yella nigga that wasted six years
of your life --'cause you had so much to lose
and I didn't have nothing, right?
you have a boyfriend that you loved
more than yourself
and you tried to marry him, instead of me
and when he
didn't conform to your policy, you ex-ed him
out and pulled me in with
the promise that you'll be my everything
and that's when the lies began
from both sides of the table
you lied to me, I lied to you
and that was our foundation: A lie
I lied about the fact that I saw us as
unbreakable and oh the sex
was beyond the best that I ever had *splash*
you lied because you didn't pick me
you settled when your "1st" choice
left you out out the cold -- Oh!
and here we are
two fools in a fucked up circumstance
you've accepted that this is over
and that I think this might be best
but oh of course, I'm nothing more
than a typical black male now
nothing going for me
my life would've been shit without you
and I'll probably live alone
for the rest of my life -- Or
when I decide to kill myself at
the age of fifty, right?
that's why I sit in this chair, with
a stare that burns thru the wall
wishing for you to disappear
while you continue to make this
transition, all the more worse
and here we are...