Tuesday, December 17, 2013

blondes have more fun?

the bling bling
of my ring
stung his eyes
to his surprise
he fell
under my spell
yet he lives to tell
a story of love
that’s more than enough
for anyone
blondes have more fun

anyway, back to the tale
he was in the county jail
no hopes for bail
he sat & thought
’bout life a lot
his kids & family
started feelin’ manly
wanted a change
there I was one day
to lift up his frown
he was always around
sprung on my style
fascinated by my smile
so we moved on in
& that’s where the happiness ends

blondes have more fun?
no not me-he was on the run
on the go
so, no
this blonde paid the tolls
paid the price
to live that life
but now I’m done
how do blondes have more fun?

it started with lies
where he was each night
stayin' out past midnight
while I made his kids mine
became a parent to two girls
changed my whole world
quit my job to stay
home & play
with everyone’s kids
that’s all I did
smokin’ the weed
givin’ into the greed
that surrounded me
inhaled the white
almost every night
never relaxed
he use to ask
why'd I throw up all night
"it’s the beer, alright?"
"I drank way too much"
he bought that stuff
he bought my lies
then charged me for the demise
of that love so sweet
by degrading me
callin’ me a whore
wonderin' if I loved him anymore
treating me as if I walked on fours
am I the same as our dog?
as dumb as a log?
his shit was thicker than fog
clouded my vision
with his evil mission
so the answer is NO, I’m done!
how do blondes have more fun?

his hate sunk in
now I’ll never win
this race
he left me with a bitter taste
one of sickness & pain
I’ll never be the same
my innocence?-stripped!
button my lips
shut & locked
my instincts?-blocked!
steal my breath
this is the end of beth
let the darkness suffocate
no reviving-it’s too late
I can see the gate
of Heaven, and I DESERVE IT!
for living thru it
hell on earth
am I the first
to lose my life in the game of love?

how do blondes have more fun?