misunderstanding

You tell me to go and find my own man,like i wont reach out and have yours.
See the difference between you and i,are i was taught not to play with toys and lil boys.
Or insecure girls for that matter.
See what im after your pathetic lil mind could never phathom.
So when you stroke your ego wondering about the ifs and maybes of me and your man.
All i can do is sit back an laff.
Cause unlike you i will never be put in a situation of second guessin am i first or last.
Because the woman i am will never become a memory of a past you so call your future.
Late night worry and wondering if tonight he'll come home.
Or those empty nights you yurn for his touch while the man he has you thinkn he is,is cuddled up with a thought that could be his someone else.
The one who could care less about your pitiful lil fling