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Part I: Not Enough



For all the shit I do

That's not enough

For all the words I say

That's not enough

For all the love I give

That not enough

For all the games I would never play

That's not enough

Well fuck it

Cause it's not enough



Part II: Never



Never called you out your name

Never could play a single game

Never said a word that was not true

Never was there a day

Where I falsely smiled in your face

And you never had a clue

Never Never Never



Part III: Had IT



When I throw up my hands

You'll know I've simply Had IT!

I'm through, I'm done, absolutely finished!

You need not think that it's only about you

Cause I've Had IT

Up to right about here with may a situation

I've had it with the list being too big to even list.

I've had it, exceeded my limit for tolerance.

I'm fed up to a point that if I don't loosin my belt

I just might pop.

I've had it so much that the words no longer needs to be discussed.



Part IV: Frustrated



Listen up world

I got a statement or two

A message for all

To take heed to.

See, I grow weary of the manner

For which You behave,

Rudely responsing to my simply request

With a laugh and a slap in the face.

How much harder do you want me to work?

You like doing nothing but play fun and games,

Mostly the one named I Give, You Take.

Now, they say that little things mean a lot

But when there are a lot of little things,

What then do they say?

And what actions do I need to take?

Accept it gratefully, graciously with godly gratitude?

The other alternative may not be to your liking.

You might even end up calling out the word

Bitch to describe it.

You keep bouncing me against a rubber wall,

And I'm getting rather sick

Of fighting and scraping to get out of this pit.

My tolerance and time is running thin.

So I'll end it with this:

I'm at my wits beginning

To change

From completely discontented

And replace it with

Pure Bliss.