I wish you were open with me,
Because I saw what you didn't want me to see.
Oh, I've known for a long time now what you were like,
Pessimistic, and always waiting for disaster to strike.
A little bit angry, a lot bit bitter,
And whatever else you are, you aren't a quitter.
I'm quiet and shy and maybe not terribly bright,
In fact, I'm rather stupid, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with my sense of sight.
I saw the quick, hurt, longing looks you sent us,
And I knew you weren't the type to fuss.
When I finally got my guy,
I saw that you felt like you were going to die.
You're not hard for me to read, you know,
And I won't let you know it is so.
I want to tell you that you'll get him at last,
And he'll leave me, saying, "The past is the past."
Still, I hope you understand love him to much to leave him to you.
What am I saying? Of course you do.
YOu know what it's like to fall for someone,
But I never noticed that this could hurt you until the dead was done.
I have something to say; a simple phrase,
But if I did, you'd be angry for the rest of your days.
You're a proud, proud girl, my dear,
And your anger when pitied is something to fear.
You tend to lash out when I do things that make you feel that I'm sorry for you,
But would I ever say something that wasn't true?
Let me work up the courage to say what I need to say.
OUCH! I just did and you hit me so hard my head'll be spinning the rest of the day.