Looking back of years of relationships
Trying to make sense of what went on
Coming to the conclusion
Yes, I, am, a man scorned
Never trusting, never believing that true love could happen to me
Only friendship, being there when you need me is the only it has to be
Being kind, respectful is not the way of the world anymore
But, most women want that rough neck guy, who’s rotten to the core
Always in and out of jail, making prison his part time home
While his wife, baby mamma, is at home all alone, waiting by the phone
So hear I am, captain save-um
Always trying to save some confused girl
Knowing full well their not ready for my world
Waiting for that day, that woman, I can adorned
But, until then…….
Yes, I am, a man scorned