Disease
If you wanted me you shoulda said so
Do you not see me here down below
You helped put me in the hole
So now you better know
That your words cut me deep
And made me put myself to sleep
Time will never heal what you said to me
So don’t even try to beg at my feet
Get off of your knees
Baby, you’re a disease
Trying to appease
Me
So that you can use me with ease
This poem is about:
Me