Forgive, sounds good. Forget, I'm not sure I could. They say time heals everything, But I'm still waiting...
I'm through, with doubt, there's nothing left for me to figure out, I've paid a price, and I'll keep paying...
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell and I don't have time to go round and round and round. It's too late to make it right I probably wouldn't if I could cause I'm mad as hell and can't bring myself to do what it isYou think I should...
I know you said why can't you just get over it, it turned my whole world around and I kind of like it. I made by bed, and I sleep like a baby, with no regrets and I don't mind saying, it's a sad, sad story that a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger. And how in the world can the words that I said send somebody so over the edge that they'd write me a letter saying that I better shut up and sing wr my life will be over...
I'm not ready to make nice, I'm not ready to back down, I'm still mad as hell And I don't have time To go round and round and round...
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