How can you be so hurtful towards the mother of your boys
My heart's a very fragile thing, your feelings null and void.

You say some rather hurtful things of which I don't deserve
I don't sleep well and I don't smile, emotions are reserved.

You know when you have gone too far, then you apologize
But how much more must I endure before you realize

That I am just a human too, with limits you have stretched
The spiteful things you say to me, I wished that I could catch

Before they reach my inner-self, which is already sad
And when I try to help you out, not come across as mad.

I know I'm not worth cash to you, but not for lack of trying
You think you could let up a bit? I'm very tired of crying!