Confessions

She said I was lying about her man cheating
But she was the one who called me when he was leaving.
You was crying over and over about him
Even when You screwed his best friend name Tim
You say I am a woe but you even bigger.

Itch you about to get mowed across like timber.
I thought I was your friend, but our friendship just got thinner.
You are as played out as guy with a 2007 beamer
Don't worry your man will be gone by this September.

And you will be mad and crying someway,
Somewhere, along the line you will thank me
But until that day you can leave me be.
Bye, Bye because this is not my profession.
But, I have released your confessions.