Crazy rumors, can't tell if they're false or really true,
true or not, I haven't forgot, and it makes me feel all blue.
I know she's upset, I know she's tired,
But so am I, although I'm wired.
Hoping that she'll forgive me for this mess,
Even if it's not my fault, I'm still under stress.
Wondering if I really did anything wrong,
All I want to do is sing a sad, weary song.
She's mad at me, or so I'm told.
I would ask her, but I'm not that bold.