Do you know you’re a creep?
How you make use of your lady!
The way you make her weep,
It’s like she has a secret malady.
The promises you’re making,
It’s heartless if you can’t fulfill.
She’s like a flower that’s fading,
And losing her will.
Do you know you’re wrong
Looking out of rose-colored lens?
We are keeping her strong,
Thank God she has the good sense.
What will happen to you,
Even if you lose your mind,
Remember, that’s your due.
Sure, it’s no business of mine!
*Photo credit: Frans Van Heerden from Pexels
