Just Excuses For The Pain You Caused

I saw you standing in the doorway
you smiled ever so gently and leaned down to kiss me.

But the smile didn’t quite reach your eyes since you were not home last night.
I called you from the concert we were supposed go and attend together.

I spoke up and said to you just excuses about where you were and with which
woman this time?

You said to me Ah.but Baby I was not with any other and just excuses is not
coming from my lips.

I was at work finishing my project for my presentation for my upcoming promotion
You can check with my boss honey.

But I knew he was lying which was profoundly accentuated across his face.
His boss had shown up at the concert sitting right next to me.

Even she asked me where is he this evening?
I told her I thought he was at his office

So I slowly stood up,drained the coffee from my cup
and no more lies I stated.

Now you can leave this house,never look back because I won’t be here.
Just No More Excuses For the Pain You Caused.
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