Almost Lover

I sit and watch, unable to even budge
Painfully swallow the outcome in which we both played the part
Should I feel angry? sad? or maybe regret?
My feelings are numb
So I have no bloody idea

I see you have gone the mile and sadly told the world
Told every bit of detail – but minus what you have done
Portrayed the other person as the bitch
Ahhhh, poor baby, you’ve been played
The bitch put on a mask, mesmerized you n broke your heart

You’re a sappy baby
You think you have the biggest, most annoying, beyond repair - problem
Everyone has shitty sticky problem
Just deal with it, on your own, in silence
If you must know, everyone plays a part for every occurrence
Every individuals has every rights to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’
So, just accept the consequences – caused by their actions and not blame others

But no, you can never do that
You have to tell the world what has become of you
How you have been played and left to die
How evil people can be to you huh?
You will always come running to your bestie n ‘companion’
To express how she has hurt you despite all the hard work you’ve put in

The other person can name every incident, every wee bit of detail
What actually happened, what went wrong
Why she chose to be alone
Instead of solving the misunderstanding right away
What she has gone through – just to spend some time with him

But she chose to keep it all to herself n not tell him
Because what they had was great – simply wonderful
You see, I’ve underlined it because it was all in the past – a history
As she vows never to continue the drive
She accepts everythang that had happened n wont regret
Yes, there are times of sadness and heartaches
But there are also moments of which will always make her smile just thinking bout it

So, why don’t you silently sit, fer a while, to think
Do you think the current situation is caused solely by the bitch?
That you have been nuthang but nice? That you are the victim?
That you have given your heart and soul to her
She took it, and in return gave you nuthang but a heartache?
And that she has never had an ounce of worry/care/love fer him?
Come on, you’re a big boy, put on your thinking cap

It takes two to tango