Life is coming short
The pressure is high
Like a cooker you've become
She is made from your rib
Not your head to top you
Or from your feet to walk allover you
She is meant to be your companion
Close to your heart
To love and care for you
Yet you got no control as you think what so ever
If only you could save yourself a reading
You're going down
All i can't help is, but to feel sorry for you
I cry in my heart
You blame everyone, but her
Yet if only you can save yourself the headache and just tell her not to cause trouble and do sinful gossiping acts that break families apart
You stand there and witness all this and do nothing
So i think you better be more grateful young man its better to suffer here than in the next life
Your sisters' have given up as wallpaper is more interesting to talk to
You're like a wall, but even worse a wall can't hurt you back like you can
You can avoid all of this and you let it all happen just to make her happy
You're so selfish only thinking of yourself and never of the oppression we have to face all because of you
