Sorry I Love You Continued
I didn’t know it wasn’t my job to console you
It wasn’t my job to care if you had potatoes with ya steak
It wasn’t my job to make sure you were awake
You was sleeping on your job as the “love of Your own life”
How could I have possibly said yes to being your wife
Not knowing this situation wasn’t right
I guess the rings were just that nice
They blinded me of the reality
You don’t even pray but claim to be the Baptist form of Christianity
You tell other people what goes on behind closed doors
You don’t even want to spend a day lounging just to explore
My main focus is money cause I put that over any nigga
You blocked my view I thought I was on the battle field for you
Traditional bonnie to ya Clyde
I will ride but never give you control if I live or die
I’m waking up from this coma of whatever it is we are doing
I hope that when the smoke clears you will be a/that man I should be pursuing
I’m sorry I loved you
I’m sorry you don’t love me
U gonna be upset when I’m someone else’s luxury
Cause sometimes you treated me like trash
Never cursed at me
And I love what you did to my ass
Even loved my poetry
But you didn’t respect me
And I’m not talking about opening doors and pulling out seats
I’m not talking about letting me cum first in between the sheets
I’m talking about making me parallel to your identity
Considering putting me first you did ask me to be wifey
I always said I would be there
But I lied cause this is the end
And no like Deb Cox, we can’t be friends
I got a wedding dress to sell
Wish me well cause it’s time for me to move on
Consider this poetic formed letter your Dear John
Even though by the time you read this I won’t be gone
Just know you can write the sequel to Jay’Z’s Lost ones!
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