I was all dressed up in bandages,
Crutches replaced my high heels and wages..
Instead of being a slayer, I was being slain..
Mama saw him as a good for nothing, turns out he's bad for something..
I remember the first time I saw him, my heart skipped a beat to the rhythm of his dancing eyes.. He called me his flower, never knew he had a garden.
I played hard to get, but he still got my heart to melt.
He became my confidant, my bestie, my wish became his command,
he met my every need and demand.
I was in control manipulating in n out of the bed, I was his goddess he worshipped no-one in my stead.
It was a dream come true, buh I was woken up too soon...
There wasn't someone else, cos the list was endless..
I wasn't gonna let my world slip away: He's my otedola with the money, but the girls got the coca cola body..
I went on pills, diet, gym, workout, anything and everything....
To get the perfect body and flawless skin...
But he was done with me, I was meant for the bin...
I learnt new styles for the other room, washed his clothes, cooked his meal, cleaned his house, became an housewife before I got married..
I dare not complain because that'll mean a million stars all over my head.
I could take, I tried to stand up for myself now I can't stand up by myself. All for what I tagged love..
I hated the thought of being alone, I lost my pride and esteem, it vanished like air and steam..
Just because I earned to be shown love..
I earned to be shown love!
I earned to be shown love!!
I earned to be shown love!!!
(tears)
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