Why am I here? So that you can bully me, telling me what to do. So that it would make you feel good about making me feel bad? Why am I here, so that you can call me a sellout because I wouldn't date you or satisfy your lazy attitude? Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not your babysitter.
Why am I here? So that you can control me. Calling me all kinds of names because in your closed-mind, that is just who I am. But I'm a woman. A woman who deserves respect. A woman who don't like your BS excuses. A woman who is not going to give you five plus babies to take care of on my own while you go out to party. A woman who deserves a real man, not a little boy. A woman who should get out and explore, not staying at home, wondering where you're at around 3 in the morning.
Why am I here? Why am I wasting my time, trying to support you, love you, and cherish you, but don't get none of it in return. And you have the nerve to call me a sell out? No! I'm a sellout when I decide to stay with you, and give you another chance. So why am I here. Why do I even waste my breath? All I know is that I am better off without you. Need I say more? I'm ending it with you, so let the door hit you on your way out!