Really is what it is... Maybe try fighting for me   Inspired by: Perfectlyimperfect

I’m not a fighter
But I have no problem fighting for what I love
So… How you make something out hoe’s I think nothing of?
You were the only life I knew
So I fought for you
Our hearts did beat for one another
But just because your friends seen me with her
You believed what you heard
That’s when our hearts ripped apart
He says. She says shit.
He don’t love you
Like that nigga isn’t shit
When their mad they don’t have what we have
When I always took you back
Even though it made my family upset
I should have listen,
but I didn’t think you would make me regret
I could forgive after the first even the second
But then there was this third nigga
Knew he loved you so you forgot about me
Then you caught him with her
Now you realized that you need me
Want me back in your life
That’s the Karma of fucking over a good person
It was in the asshole you ended up with
So how does it feel to be the other bitch?
It is what it is… huh?
Nights, up stressing over you
Mad at the world
When I should have been mad at you
I wanted to go but I loved you
So I allowed you to trample my heart
It was all good from the start
But this here person I don’t know anymore
So what am I wasting my time for?
I am tired of fighting
Maybe you should fight for me
For a change!