please don't go

please don't go

don't let me go

you may not know,

but you paint like Van Gogh,

make the best sloppy joe

and crazy like John Doe.

that's why you catch my soul. 

but that's who you are

not some big film star

driving some expensive sports car,

flirting with bitches at some beach bar.

nor a rock star,

flinging your shiny guitar

and rocking at Santa Barbara.

since you sign that contract,

you've been overreacting

about every small thing.

you wear bling bling

and started hating chicken wing.

but you started drinking.

you begin to be very annoying

and forgot about our wedding ring.

maybe this might not work out

not even with doggy eye and a cute pout.

if it makes you proud,

you should just go with your 'friends' and hangout.

i'll be at the gym working out

till i get the correct amount of fat.