It wasn’t you, baby, it was me. Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems. Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. All I know is I love you too much to walk away though. Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk. Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball. Next time I’m pissed, I’ll aim my fist at the dry wall. Next time? There will be no next time. I apologize, even though I know it’s lies. I’m tired of the games, I just want her back. I know I’m a liar. If she ever tries to fucking leave again, I’mma tie her to the bed and set the house on fire. —Just…

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23 Comments

  1. Bogus post begging for outraged responses. I ain’t blowing this beach whistle.

  2. Fuck you, Slim. I ain’t never coming back. I can’t stand the way it burns and I don’t need to feel the hurt. Damn right there won’t be a next time.

  3. So Mod… we can post anonymous death threats and promote physical violence towards women on here? Who knew?

  4. MOD do you read these things? That part at the end? There’s a ton of stupid shit written daily here, but that’s a line-crosser.

  5. Wait for it. There will probably be a story in the paper in a few days, weeks or months, about some jealous idiot who beat his girlfriend to a pulp and then set the house on fire…..

    Yours truly.

  6. Just gonna stand there and watch me burn…. that’s alright because I like the way it hurts…

    It’s misogynist lyrics, so blame Eminem or Rihanna not the bitcher… and blame the media, the pus within the pimple of society.

    Very thought-provoking.

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