Did God say I would be a perfect man? The radio stations of opinion have you listening to your friends again. I’m a song in heavy rotation. I hear their complaints weigh down my voice.
“Girl you know he cheating again.”
I radio edit their explicit lyrics that imply “he is fake.” Your background singers curse me with all their hate.
I want the best for you!
I hear the whispers. Their echo’s resonate and recreate arguments we had over the love we have made. I’m your best friend. I’m alone when you team with how they view you. Even though you are in the room, my thoughts cry out loud, but you can’t hear my heart over their insinuations, and counter claims of defamation.
They keep saying you remember his past.
We told you hold your heart. Get Love insurance to protect your heart! We’ve picked up the tears. We cried our lives in your thoughts, and we thought we were being friends.
Girl you’ve been with me through thick and thin! Still I skate on thin ice between your mental sins, and the reality that they don’t want us to win!
Don’t repeat their mistakes! Look at your fan base.
A girls club of hate!
Bitter, angry and sore losers from the foolish games they played. They are single for a reason, yet you allow them to navigate our course.
Song on repeat. Hear you go listening to them… AGAIN!