The bitch...

So u want a man with a deep sense of passion... That is until u call him a bitch for feelin what you've always imagined... Actin out bcuz u don't know how to act... Throwin out the window the reason that points out the attack... In a false sense of the bitch u claim to be is relentless as it's fake asf... Then u wanna pretend ur rampage was outta luv... As we know it runs out bcuz ur to into yourself... The bashin hurts most from a friend that's felt... As worth means nothin in ur outbursts that turn us away... Knowin we luv ya n are actually afraid of the fade... Findin ur tone tell us we're not the only one u can have around... So don't wonder why luv isn't so easily spilled from our mouths... We know the temper tantrums are beyond acceptable as u think it's ok to treat us like shit... Tastin the hate spit from ur lips... Thing is once we figure out ur not who u say u were... Lessons have been learned... For we come to realize real women don't lash out as the crazy is to immature to allow in our lives... Ur uncontrolled emotion is ur weakness as we say goodbye...