Not The One

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Taking calls in the other room 

Games he plays 

I never talked bad about you 

He calls me Crazy 

I told him it was more than that 

Asleep in bed he called another woman's name 

I grabbed his phone

Stopped placed it back down 

Grabbed my keys as I drove to my sisters house. 

I seen his clothes strolled all over the house. 

I saw Red. 

Drove back home. 

Why did he treat me this way? 

I don't want to be here..

I grabbed phone, charger, and everything I wanted left the house in search of my true home. 

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