Automatic Responds 

Leaving Without a Bye

 

No I don’t hate her… really I don’t hate her but I wish she was dead

I wish a bus hit her, I wish a car hit her, I wish a bike hit her

I wish that someone would push her in front of a moving train

I wish a meteorite fall from the sky and landed in her eyes

I wish the times we were together it would be erase from my “mind”

I wish when she take her plane flight terrorist would ignite with their might

Really I don’t hate her… No I don’t hate her but I wish she were dead

 

Acting worst than a female dog…. when she sick I am the one on call

Then when she feeling better, she went dinning & a show after all

A date with a guy she met on the street, while the infant sleeping on the sheet

At a conference in paris, she met a french guy whom she sweetly caress

While at home I’m teaching the little one about what she needs to know

A woman but not a mother a father who has to be the mother I wish I had another

You know nothing last forever, life is like a shower, every day, every minute, every hour

 

The final end, a popping in my head she is better off dead no longer are we friends 

No I don’t hate her, I really, really don’t hate her but I wish she were dead

I don’t want her to die beside of me… I really don’t need that responsibility

Identifying her remains that will not be me… the state can do whatever they please

My brain will be at ease knowing she is no longer causing a stress within me 

For her… to teach her child it’s a fight, to feed her child it’s a fight that’ such a sick sight

I really, really don’t hate her… it’s true I don’t hate her but I wish she were dead

 

I wish I wish I wish Yes I do wish she was dead, I wouldn’t have to see her again

Many times after I cooked the food she share no words of thanks, I wish she would choke

And disappear like smoke… this union is a fucking joke, still I smile at my demon side

On the wild side it wants to take a ride, so I appease it with a wilful thought and a smile

I wish she were dead, no longer do we share the same bed, I don’t eat what she cook 

I am scared to shallow her hooks, my black magic pen I will reserve that for a new book

Nature is fill with lies this one pretends to be kind then strike the blows from behind

 

No I don’t hate her… really I don’t hate her but I wish she was dead

Really I don’t hate her… No I don’t hate her but I wish she were dead

 

Ashia:- Hotep:-Muri

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