
A SHELL OF A MAN
Who the hell do you think you are,
Sitting out there in your fancy car?
Everyone knows that you’re just a tool
Strutting around town like a Goddamn fool!
You spend more time on your pretty boy look
Thinking you can snag me with your Devil hooks.
Well, let me tell you something that you might not know:
Your looks count for nothing when itβs all for show.
Youβre not a man, just an empty shell
Of someone I thought I knew so well.
Itβs obvious to everyone who called you friend
You care for no one and deep wounds never mend.
What happened to your soul, your spirit, your heart?
Did you ever once wonder why we had to part?
Of course you didnβt; your conscience is clean
Of every misdeed you claim to have never seen.
You used and confused me, deluded and abused me
And made me forget the strong woman I used to be.
I donβt look any different; itβs inside Iβm not the same.
Itβs gotten so I donβt even recognize my name.
It wonβt be long before youβre all alone.
No oneβs gonna call you on the telephone.
Youβre the biggest loser so face the facts:
People will judge you by your deeds and acts.
You think youβre perfect like Christ walking on water
But what kind of man abandons his wife and daughter?
My father always said you were a piece of shit
But I turned a deaf ear; I just didn’t want to hear it.
I trusted you once; I was blind, deaf and dumb
To the fact that you were nothing but a piece of scum.
How could I have been such an idiot not to see
What a snake in the grass youβd turn out to be?
You wooed and chased me, swept me off my feet
With pretty little gifts and whispered lies so sweet.
I felt so very special when we were out together.
Never listening when told I could do much better.
It didnβt take long for your true colors to show.
I caught you making time with some floozy named Flo.
That was just the start of a whirlwind of deceit.
You broke my heart to bits and I kicked you to the street.
So now youβre sitting there just like you own the place
With a look so smug I want to slap it off your stupid face.
You thought you could control me, break me down, but in the end
I turned into a willow tree and I learned how to bend.
Do us all a favor and get on outta of here.
Donβt come close to me or those I hold so dear.
Drive as far away as you can and donβt ever return.
Youβre going straight to hell and Iβll be laughing while you burn.
NAR Β© 2021
| Reposted for Fandango’s #FOWC http://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/06/fowc-with-fandango-swept/ |
I love this Nancy. Reminds me of Gloria Gaynor’s, ‘I will survive.’ Men can be such bastards, but so can some women! π
BTW is that the Tan Hill in Masham, UK?
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Thanks. Hobbo! We all indeed have our foibles, donβt we, but thatβs what makes the world go round. Yes, that is the same Tan Hill I referenced. I needed something to rhyme lol!! Appreciate your comments.
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π Hehehe!
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