Evil Ways

Momma forgive me of my evil ways, I ask for forgiveness each and every day. The tears make a puddle, blood forms a stain. I think of his face every time it rains, there's blood on the chocolate on Valentines Day. I tried to fight, tried to fight through the pain. I wake up and say a prayer, hoped that days never came. He took away my pride, left with my pride; left with my queen. So I prayed for forgiveness, and I put a bullet through his brain.