Song -- Beg

Maybe I'm not supposed to love you
She told me that clearly
There's no need to toy with me now
You only see what you wanna see
You see her your colours show through
Like the setting sun
You see me, you just look straight through
'Cause I'm just another one

But I'm not started yet
And you will be begging me;
You wont forget
How you hurt me, 'cause I wont let it go.
I'll bloom, you'll be dusty
And I'll be speeding away
There's nothing more to say

Forget the past it's over,burnt up
Figures lying in the dust
Are nothing to do with us
I'll forget you
I won't regret you
There's nothing I'd rather do but
When I let you go
I won't let you know
You can tell her to go get screwed

But I'm not started yet
And you will be begging me;
You won't forget
How you hurt me, 'cause I won't let it go.
I'll bloom, you'll be dusty
And I'll be speeding away
There's nothing more to say

On this subject, darling
I'll spit in your face
Oh, my cupid
Your arrows bend with grace
Your two-faced loving
I will learn to forget
Until then
I guess I'll live with regret.
Not.

I am so not done with you,
You've got to beg to stay
It's my contempt for you
That's made me this way
Blame yourself,
You lost me
To that bitch without a heart
If I leave you broken
Then maybe that's a start

But I'm not started yet
And you will be begging me;
You won't forget
How you hurt me, 'cause I won't let it go.
I'll be in bloom, you'll be dusty
And I'll be speeding away
There is just nothing more to say
I've got nothing much to say to you
There's nothing more to say

Good luck

I wish you the best of luck
With him; You'll need it
I would say it to your face
But would that be condescending?

And you're crying
"I can make him happy!"
But he's still the same person
We don't know how you find in him
How you find in your heart
The good to love
I guess you're better suited

I could never give him what he wants
He didn't look at me
Just my chest
He wants a blow up doll
I bet you'll give him everything

Hands held
Lips locked
Bitten
Complaints
Not to his face
Afraid of him
His raised hand

You'll scream and shout
Pound the walls; Climb them
Kick and punch
But you won't let it all out

Poem type rant

You are so completely submissive
It's almost insulting
You agree with everything I say
It's just revolting

Do you not have a tongue that can fire back at me?
I give all I got;
You never disagree
Peace love and happiness
Whatever
You lack passion

If you have some emotions
You cover them well
Stuck being 'poor mister depressed'
Singing about his personal hell

You think you're so cool
But dignity protests
Everyone is past you now
You're just one of the rest

Quit being such a drama to your tragic tale
Grow a pair
Get well soon
I'm leaving you, so write a song
I'm sure I'm the one who failed