Tears Talk

In the beginning All I ever wanted to do is talk it over But constantly getting the cold shoulder Causes cold hopes You made me feel like nothing inside And egg with no yoke You can't be mad forever Eventually it'll all come spilling out I just wanted to talk But now we've embarked on 4 month drought You'll forgive me and I'll be long gone Don't have Motley message me And don't go callin John You'll be back You'll be back Me and John are calling that I'll be filling up people's prescriptions And you'll still be making Big Macs What are you forgiving me for anyway For getting to know you and taking the chance While you spill your insecurities out about your eyes and tight pants Are you forgiving me for making think outside the box and laugh You telling me they was taking forever to remodel your bathroom And you had to go over your sisters house and take a bath Was i perfect...no But that doesn't justify the petty lies Do you know how many times I blamed myself Do you know how many times i curled up and cried I never said I ddnt care about you But I realized that I have to move on and accept the end I just wanna talk to carry on At this point I don't wanna be your friend I just wanna be cordial and have nothing to do with you Searching for forgiveness You act this is an episode of Blue Clues And I'm tired of searching for the clues of the real you I rather search for Steve and Magenta It's just started off as a big misunderstanding Now 4 months later we have a dilemma I'm tired of guessing And hurting Since I can't talk to you My tears have to be my spokesperson Tears talk to But you might not like what they have to say Cause they'll be talking about you Don't come back Don't come back My heart you broke that And in the beginning all I wanted to do is chat You kicked me outta your life Left me looking dumb at the door mat You would snarl at me when I was ringing the bell and knocking So just walking away was kinda my only option BevelynKaye said you need some coal in your stocking Pieces of my broken heart I got stuck sweeping and moppin From this situation I've cried, I've tried; heart died, matured, grew When I'm gone I know for sure you'll miss me Picking on me Will I miss you... But the real question is Should I forgive you