trying to find it

Love lost,
then found,
and tossed away,
Talked to you today,
And all you had to so say was:
"you lie, you trife"
You were supposed to be my wife,
for life,
So-
What am i to do?
just keep on trucking,
i'm gon ride,
but it's you i'm gona keep on lovin,
and that's aight,
cuz u know u right,
and at night,
all the times when i write these things,
i'm gon try to remember u as my loving queen,
still, u don't know bout all the pain u bring,
it seems that,
even speakin is just - outta the question,
we know this life teach lessons,
and thats a bitch,
whether poor or rich,
im fin ta get mine how i live,
wild and crazy - til i find,
what the purpose is,
but was is worth a shit?