Why do I still sit here and put up with your shit??
Always talking bout how you are gonna do that and this
Since we’ve been together everything has still been the same
Promising me things that you know, you’ll never be able to obtain
Saying you love me and telling me you really care…
But damn nigga, when I need you…you’re never there!!


Why do I still sit here and put up with your shit??
Walking in the door late not giving a damn, thinking that you’re slick
Knowing that you are out running around and fucking that chick
Telling me lies with every word at which you speak
And piercing my soul with every action so deep
You hurt me so much…no wonder I’m weak!!


Why do I still sit here and put up with your shit??
Taking my money and spending it however you please
Rewarding those hoes with it, who are willing to get on their knees
You don’t have a job, a car, and not a pretty penny to your name
And yet you walk all over me , as if I were some kind of board game


Why do I still sit here and put up with your shit??
Releasing every once of your anger out upon my fragile skin
As you leave me marked up and torn apart… feeling empty from within
No sympathy not a care in the world…still telling me you love me
But your way of showing me your “love” for me…is on a whole new degree


Why do I still sit here and put up with your shit??
I need to get myself together and be gone
So tired of being lied to, cheated, and beat on
Why can’t I just open my eyes…For I am not blind; I see
Nowhere to run, having fears that you will find me
But if I don’t go now, then it could be way too late
I want to move…but I’m too scared to see what will await
I need help, and I need out…yet no one listens as I shout


Knowing all the solutions to my problems, yet I still sit here
And ask myself “Why do I still sit here and put up with your shit??”