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Make My Day


You were right

When you looked at me

And told me

I needed help

You told me

I was in too deep

But as I watched you leave

I knew

I could never turn to you

All those things

I never said

Just more tar

Like led 

Filling up this head

Making it crack

As I race off track

Again

 

They say

Sticks and stones

Low blows

And I've taken them all

Over the years

I've kicked and screamed

My way through the tears

I broke down

Alone

I was alone

In the cold

Dead of December

You weren't there then

And you aren't here now

Just a shadow

Hanging over my head

Dragging me down

 

You could say

Whatever you wanted to

It wouldn't make a dent

What I felt

I needed from you

Is gone

I was dead wrong

When I thought I could turn to you

I was wrong

When I let you make me believe

I wasn't strong

And I was wrong

When I told you

You could come back

Over and over again

But this time

If you want to leave

Please

Don't let little old me

Stand in your way

I dare you to leave

And make my day

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