You had it in for me so long ago.
Boy, I still don’t know,
I don’t know why and I don’t care,
Well, hardly anymore,
If you’d only seen yourself hating me.
Hating me,
When I’ve been so much more than fair.
But then you had to lay those feelings bare,
One thing I know still got you scared,
You’re all that cold iron,
And never once aired of our dead.
You had to know that I was fond of you,
Fond of Y-O-U.
So I took your licks at the time,
And to change like that is just so hard to do,
Hard to do.
Don’t let it whip-crack your life,
And bow out from the fight,
‘Cause oh, how your sisters will write.
The worst part is over,
Now, get back on that horse and ride.
You’re leaving soon and there’s no use pointing fingers anymore. I’ve had this damn book for months and have been meaning to give it to you cause frankly I’m just kinda sick of looking at it. Better late then too late I suppose.
You told me that we were different people and I didn’t want to believe it. I saw something in you that I admired and always thought we’d at least end up pretty good friends. I guess I thought you could understand the goings on inside my head and if I tried really hard to understand you and the things you’ve seen that you know it was because I cared and ease up a little.
I don’t know exactly where I thought we’d end up but it was never here. Maybe you’ll be my biggest lesson or maybe we’ll laugh one day, about the square that tried to fit herself into a circle.
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