They say "what's fair in love and war,"
But this war's not fair and my heart's still sore.
Who the hell are they anyway?
The one's that say "tomorrow's just another day,"
And "there are plenty more fish in the sea,"
Not for me.
I'm finding I'm somewhat different these days,
Tired of cliches, tired of old wives tales.
There's not an aphorism made that can hold me back,
Why won't you hold me back like you used to do?
Don't tell me it's me if it's not you.
And when I leave the house
They want to know why I'm alone
Why I'm the only lost and lonely soul alive today
So they say
So why do they keep talking at me?
Telling me that I'm the one who's wrong?
Sometimes that's all they seem to be, they're thinking that I'm low down though,
Barely worked for socks, why would it work for mental breakdown?
They may say that you'll never love me the way that I love you,
But they've not been right so far so I think that I'll continue to!