What would it take to mend my heartbreak?
Thought I found a husband in you.
What is a girl to do?
You stopped calling,
I stopped falling.
Wanted more, but you claimed
life with me, would be a bore.
You were only interested in the whore.
She wore the short, red dress.
Had a a behind and legs to impress.
She seduced you with red lips,
put her hands on wide hips.
You said she was only a friend.
Made up in your mind I was a dead-end.
It wouldn't be long when you would find out,
that she was all show, she had no clout.
You forgot about all the benefits I could bring
and how I made your heart sing.
You forgot about the laughs we had
and how sex with me was never bad.
There was another and another
one after the other, all they wanted was to take down a brother.
Now you come back to me with tears in your eyes
trying to make me forget all the white lies.
But I have moved on and feel rather good,
I hope that all I have said has been understood.
Don't want a man who keeps playing with sin
who think if he charms he will always win.
Don't need a man who can't help me out,
who rather make me cry and shout.
All I ever desired in my life was love
that made me feel like it came from above.
Nicholl McGuire
