maybe its time for an angry rhyme
I really think that its way past time
I tried to show her that someone cares
but she cant handle all the stares
she needs a man so she can fight
but she came home to me at night
and then she let me sleep alone
and wouldn't let me turn to stone
she always left and made me cry
little by little. she helped me die
id beg her to stay home with me
but still knew what her answer'd be
she made me feel guilty for needing her
she was my sickness but she was the cure
I cared so much I told her to go
I was too scared to tell her no
she'd promise me she would be true
but we both knew what she would do
I thought she chose to be with me
but she chose to take my free.