Dirtbag
I love how you feed me lies
Accuse me of talking to tons of guys
With the smell of her perfume
And her stuff all in your room
I love how you feed me lies
And made me think otherwise
I see how you talk to them sweet
How many times will you cheat.
I love how you feed me lies
You will never hear my cries
BANG the sound of my gun
Im crazy you better run
This poem is about:
My community