The Things You Say
Which side wins?
No one cares to be exact,
Who cares about him biting whims,
The ones that sing you and never let you go,
He's just there to make you made,
Don't listen to a word he says,
That would make sense wouldn't it?
So how come we don't follow that rule?
It makes no sesne to me,
Why can't you just let me be,
Don't you see?
No one cares about the things you say.
Copyright © Elizabeth Cobb | Year Posted 2006
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