If someone could see right into my brain,
they’d say, “My God! This girl is insane!”
And if they could hear right what my heart cries
they’d understand why I believe we can try.
If is a question, if is the answer
if is the problem when you just can’t have her
if is the enemy, if is your friend
if are the regrets we face in the end.
I’ll stand and i’ll dust off my old worn out jeans
and i’ll say, “sorry, but i have to leave.”
and i’ll grace out of the room with the prowl of a tiger
with my head held like never before, ever higher
i’ll walk out with barely a whisper
i’ll stalk out with nary a shout
i’ll rid you of me with a simple goodbye
with my held still held up high.
Don’t you walk away
that’s my job
don’t you stare in dismay
i enjoy that.