SITTING NEXT TO YOU
Sitting next to you
I feel like a fool
Thinking about the past
Even though it didn’t last
I told you how I felt
I wasn’t good enough
Trying to get over you
The pain just grew and grew
Then you come back, want to give this a try
So happy I could cry
Two days pass . . .
Somehow I knew it wouldn’t last
You tell me you’re sorry
Are you sorry?
This is the third time you’ve hurt me
What’s the matter, don’t believe me
I’m not surprised
Why did I look at you like you were some great prize?
You were like my drug
I wish I could have quit you
But still, I want to hit you
Crush you like the bug you are
WHATS WRONG? YOU DIDN’T LIKE IT!
COULDN’T STAND HOW I WAS QUIET!
I am who I am
Why can’t you understand?
I really liked you
Somehow I still do
Kind of thought you felt the same way too
All I wanted was to be with you
Sitting next to you
She claimed to be a hybrid
with alabaster skin and cheeky alure,
calling all hand maidens to render service.
She sits high on her throne
fanning herself,
awaiting a worthy Concubine
to unstich her corset,
releasing her small tufts
as incentive to ambush
her prey in this rehearsed
performance of seduction.
Her charms, unsucessful...
silent smerks, hidden giggles,
Another failed attempt of release,
She orders a bath drawn
to submerge herself and mask
the tears of rejection.
He provided the tools...
for my failure.
I went through every trial.
Lost my way once in a while.
Suppose what I really lost was his love.
He set the traps.
Wanting to remain miserable I guess.
Didn't really love me.
But I loved him.
From the deepest depths of my soul.
He just wouldn't come out into the open.
And let it show.
In a way that I could truly know.
So I just sat back and watched him go.