Ghetto love
It's early in the morning and i just woke up
As i look around the room i see the note you put up
Telling me your sorry but you just had to leave
No warning the night before, it was so fun and free
Now your gone and i am alone and left to heal
My reward for all that fun we had, a 300$ hotel bill
That's it, no love for me, no smile, no goodbye
All i can think of the whole time is a simple why
Why you left without saying a word, just up and vanished
Times like these are so real that all i can do is stay mannish
To avoid the pain, the heartache, the reality that i now face
All that moaning and groaning and now you've left without a trace
Of you on the face of the earth, seems unreal until i'm he only one here still
Kind of crazy ain't it? That it could happen to me that way
Thinking back on all those years of having all the right words to say
Now it's me done like a normal man, all alone with my heart open
As if it was for me the whole time that this action was chosen
Something so real yet like a dream and now it's over that fast
Seems just last night that i knew this would have to last
Forever and ever because of the way we kissed and cuddled
The way we massaged each other as i watched your breast juggle
The way your hair swang left to right as you moved across the bed
The soft words i thought before each words i said
Then all of a sudden, came a knock at the door and i got dressed
I didn't order any room service so who could it be i guessed
As i open the door the smell of perfume hit me and then i saw your
Brown paper-bag and that's when it hit me, the whole time you just went to the liquor store
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Submitted on December 13, 2012
Modified on March 18, 2023
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