I have been having these words repeat in my head over the weekend and they have been slowly changing and evolving until they kind of become a song’s refrain.
I want to say “I love you, I love you, I love you,”
but I don’t.
It’s not that I can’t, it’s just that I won’t.
I swore I’d never open myself to that horrible pain
of watching love walk out the door once again.
I’m not going to be one of those girls who spend nights crying and drinking in vain.
So “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,”
but I’m not.
You think you’re so wonderful. You think you’re so hot,
But, baby, let me tells you, you’re not.
And that’s it. That’s as far as they’ve gone. It keeps changing and I forever say I’m going to write these things down so I don’t forget and can play with them later, but then I never do. Go figure.