Its always something with you
Always complaing to about your problems like mine don't matter
Telling me your issues like i don't have them too
Im always the comforter depositing my tissues when i hardly have one for my own tears
Injecting me with foolishness
Staying ruthless
Like you have no sense
Let's not get ratchet today
I wanna be classy
You act like a baby with no paci
I'm done being your sitter
My shift is over and im never clocking in again
Be a woman and not a kid
You're a jar full of knowledge but you toppled over and lost your lid
Its over no more buddy buddy, compadre or amigo
I've been trying to close this chapeter for so long then i finally i realized i was reading the wrong book