Friday, April 16, 2004

I Know Me

I'm so sick of us being like this
You feel nothing unless we kiss
You just stand there and bite your lip
What the hell is wrong with our relationship?
Screw the rhymes
Tetrameters bore me
I 'm just going tell you the truth
Because I'm tired of being someone else
I'm tired of lying to myself
And sorry for lying to you
The truth is I hate red roses
And to me violets seem purple
Isn't that why they call them violets
And as for sugar; it's not always sweet
Like me
I like to play dress up once-in-awhile
But these heels are killing me
And I never sit right in a skirt
While I'm at it I might as well
Come clean
I use unscented soup in the shower
Who likes the smell of papaya and kiwi anyway?
If it was up to me I’d cut my nails short
And throw out the polish
It's a pain in the ass to paint over chips
I guess you could call me humble
Because I'd rather be outside
Than in the mall
And I'm not the type of girl, who crushes on every guy
But you're special
I've never been the romantic type
But since I've met you
Love songs make sense
And I must admit; as embarrassing as it is
Each night I spray your brand of cologne
On my pillow
Because it reminds me of you
So look at me without the make-up
And my hair part wavy; part straight
Can you love me as I am?
I know it's unfair
To you and to me
For me to continue with this stupid façade
I know that I love you
So I'm leaving the decision to you
Love me or break me
I know myself well enough to take the news
And continue on
No matter what the answer

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