You said you’d never hurt me
Is this your reality?
I never swore at you
And now you abuse me
Even hate me
Long after you wrote
And we exchanged words
We had made up and you agreed what I said,
but you left your previous harsh words
Now I am hurt, knowing you could have changed.
Don’t know what that means
I only feel awkward because it’s MSN.
Is it you writing or is it a trap?
And do I know if you're coming back to chat?
I’m back to where I was still loving you,
And you not liking me, because you do not understand,
You’ve never opened up or even showed your hand,
I’m am far to vulnerable and I will not give a damn,
Because you are really beginning to hurt me so.
I don’t care if you don’t answer me now,
I can be as pissed as you apparently are,
I can suffer your slings and arrows,
I can hurt deep inside,
But I know you have to read too much between the lines.
I never meant it how you took it
Because I have always tried to make it good
Always tried to do the right thing
But obviously not good enough!
I’m going back down the bar to have another pint!
AND IF YOU WROTE ME BEFORE WE MADE UP,
why did you not compensate? Or throw me a line,
instead make me wait all day and give me old news,
now cause me to be upset and really be confused,
Because I thought you cared, how foolish of me.
You can keep your untold words and give them to someone else,
You meant so much to me and have done what you could not
Broken my heart and as if you could not… give a stuff.
I will return and look you in the eye, and hope that you
Grow out of what you have kept inside.
Or that I will cause you any trouble,
As I’ve always said and my words are very true
You will always hold a special place for me
In this sea of troubles……………
I have so much to say and I cannot break through
that exterior of yours, I am but flesh and blood,
I cannot carry on writing and continue to be mis-understood,
I will not sacrifice myself, to this pointless game,
where nothing is given in return, except a pocket full of shame!
Yet again I shed a tear, for someone so dear,
what the fuck am I doing, its only myself I am screwing.
I don't know what you want, nor wish to play your game,
just want to tell you sorry and that you missed out again.
I'd rather cry for forty nights and sail away to Jerusalem.