Here's my code - believe it - it's true
I have no interest in calling you. (No offense, sweetie :)
Ever since I was a teen
from now and back to inbetween
I never did anyone's bidding, not even for myself.
I simply looked pretty and sat on the shelf.
And they would come because they wanted to.
And I was Ms-Loyal-to-My-Man, true blue.
Feelings might come and feelings might go.
And I would put them on paper, you know.
To get them out and not destroy my soul.
So calling you is not my goal.
I hope you would trust me enough by now.
How many times have I shown you how?
Yes, I've struggled, yes, I've stalled.
But count the number of times I've called!
Zip, none, never, nada.
That is a guarantee that I hope you comprada.
Why all the fear? I'll never know.
If I mean so little, just let it go.
I can't help but wonder: why all the fuss?
It sounds like someone is lacking trust.
In themselves and each other - I'm willing to bet.
Otherwise, why would I be such a threat?
I just need some friends. I DON'T want to steal.
I couldn't if I wanted to - that was the deal.
But I express my feelings however I want!
And if your name isn't on it, don't bother to taunt.
Why shiver in fear that I'm going to call?
I do not chase, NO MATTER WHAT - that's all!
I'll sit and look "pretty" for one worthy and brave
Who thinks I'm worth keeping till I'm gone to the grave.
No matter what I write, there's one thing I'm owed.
The right to my feelings. And the right to my code.
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