Angela's Lullaby

I don't wanna do this anymore

I realized that I can't be with you for real

I guess you could say it's just how you treat me

When you're not in the mood and stuff

I'm a very sensitive person

It may be the little stuff, but when I cry over shit

I didn't like how you didn't give a fuck or show no type of interest about caring

In the field, I fumbled your love once again in the combine

She more precious than a rose, she a Columbine

I'm sorry I let you sleep mad every other night

She leaving me and left a song, this her lullaby