Trials and tribulations
I have this stipulation
If you don’t trust someone then you never will
I have this situation and an indication
That you will do me ill
So why should I stick around?
You’re trying to fool me, like some stupid clown
It’s not going to work
Go away you jerk!
Why do you always lurk?
You’re a stalker, that’s why I smirk
I can’t be with you
Go away
Did you hear me?
Go away – find someone else who’ll play
Why don’t you just fade away into an early grave?
Don’t misbehave!
Witches don’t like so called tough bitches that can’t walk the walk
Bitches that won’t stop the talk
Why don’t you stop your squawk?
Yes I’m talking to you bitch!
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Witches don’t like bitches
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You’ve crossed someone as old as sin
As the witches cast their spells under moonlight igniting Hell
As the bones of the ancients tremble awake
There are signs in you – of a grave mistake
You’ve crossed someone as old as sin
And now your suffering will start to spin
You won’t know when it will strike
But when it does, it does with a bite
And you will falter under this spell
As wicked things, drag you to Hell
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If you can’t cope then don’t make me
If you can’t cope with life and you enter my life, you will sail in troubled waters
If you can’t swim you’ll sink, perhaps our relationship you should rethink?
I am not going to be easy, when I’ve had a hard life
You’ve got to walk with me, or turn away to your light
I have bright days, good days too, I have than more often than you have a clue
I know I suffer and I shout it loud, but I have overcome things and for that I am proud
I am not disillusioned, I am not speaking lies, I have worked hard to live and to thrive
So when I don’t handle your bullshit, think why should I? Then you should quit, because if the load is too heavy for you, then you don’t have the right to make me carry it too
I have my own baggage, I don’t want yours
I want a new life, with golden calm warm shores
I don’t want to dig another person’s grave; I don’t want to be your emotional slave
I want a life where things go smooth, where life is lived, not thought through
I want a life where action is key, a life where I am happy and ultimately free
So don’t bring me down because you can’t cope, because you think you know me when in fact you don’t
So don’t sit there and whine and moan, when I am out working things out and leaving you alone
I don’t wallow for long my friend, I work it out, I learn how to mend
So should you
You really should
Because living this way, is very good
Don’t offload your baggage to others if you want to be happy, if you want to live happily, change this habit snappily
It’s in your hands, not some chosen saviours, it’s in your hands and in your behaviours
So learn to ride alone in your emotional rides, learn it now and you will rise
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