Note

I love you like I love my Mama right, this love aint, a game, drama, mixed with fights at night, but this here love never change, some say it's brash I got the gall, to ask for chances again, but feel a clash when you don't stall them other glances from men, a million ways to make it work, though nothing grows through dissension, a million ways I made you hurt, but this note shows what I'm missing.

@Andre Thomas