My Man
My man, why is he so drunk in love
As if it was easy to please my heart
It makes me suspicious his superficial smile
As if it was easy to free my mind
And I don't know who owns his soul
My man why is he so hard to trust
Why would he dare me to admit my lust
If only he knew how afraid I am
He would be bound to be a better man
And I am guilty for falling hard
I let him drip poison into my wounded heart
He made me believe all his deceiving lies
And I'm so done being bruised by his kind
I don't know who owns his soul
And I am guilty for falling hard
I let him drip poison into my wounded heart
He made me believe all his deceiving lies
And I'm so done being bruised by his kind
Bruised by his kind
Bruised by his kind
Bruised by his kind