wrong all along on my sleeve is grievances prolonged by psalms that haven't seen me receiving them in the median, straddled between what i battle, & what's easier when believe you me i'd rather see you scantily clad, hair scattered you can't be mad, at what's the matter looking at her, getting sadder seeming battered & bruised mistreated, beaten, misused defeated, abused i'm not abusive nor stuck on stupid, looped in confusion what i've done to you's been, no fun to you, friend i was suppose to run to you & save you; be the sun to you instead, i became a gun to you a 380, that sung to you not "you are my lady;" more like a lullaby that brung goodbye, to you & i sabotaged us with mirages i wasn't unaware of the wear & tear in our harvest problems were there, full of despair, quite obvious as you grew weaker, i didn't mistreat you just didn't treat you, like i wanted to keep you wished i'd a kept you; not emotionally left you there's no sequel, for the one who neglects you