Life…

I don’t know what the hell it is that you want from me

This thing — we are living is consuming my peace

Having intense — internal conflicts, and life altering dreams

About my dead mother living, giving advice to me

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The dream only gets worse — for effects, maybe better

I’m serving dinner to your crazy, manipulating, ex-lover

The one you divorced me for, when she learned she was pregnant

Because faithfulness and loyalty are considered malignant

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I know it’s just a dream, we have only met once

I met her as she stopped by one day- to pick up your son

The one that I help raise, and he’s calling me mom

While she still sends naked pictures to your phone

Do you think I am dumb?

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22 years younger than me, but I’m supposed to be past it

That alone destroyed my confidence and made me feel like shit

Left to figure it out, all alone like an outcast

But I am finally getting better, beginning to move past it

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So, I guess I should thank you for showing me what I’m made of

I may be getting older, but my heart is full of love

For this boy in my life- I would never have met

If I had remained your wife and we were still playing pretend

Originally published at https://vocal.media.