“I don’t understand, Why do I stress a man, When there’s so many better things then him at hand, We could have never had it all, We had to hit a wall, and this is inevitable withdrawal, Even if I stop wanting you, And perspective pushes through, I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon, I cannot play myself again, I should not be my own best friend, Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men, He walks away, The whole sun goes down, He takes the day but I’m grown, Baby in your grey In this cool shade, My tears dry on their own..”
