I hurt so badly as I write.
Because I was lied to this very night.
I found out that all women are the same.
They hurt people with their spiteful game.
They care only about themselves and their own gain.
They hurt for fun, I guess, and their lives are purely vain.
An honest woman I have never met.
As to whether there is one I would not bet.
For, fear that I would loose everything; yet who would win?
It is like playing a losing game and then playing again.
You cannot conquer, and they hurt even their friends.
Thus my sorrow can never end.
For there is no right way to go; when,
Every woman wants to bring you sorrow.
They don’t need friends they need tools.
They use people and show themselves fools.
So why even try to be nice.
The trying is not worth, by far, the miserable price.