I'm not ready

I’m not ready to make nice, I’m not ready to back down, I’m still mad as hell and I don’t have time to go round and round and round. It’s too late to make it right, I probably wouldn’t if I could, ‘cause I’m mad as hell, can’t bring myself to do. What it is you think I should? I know you said 'Can’t you just get over it?' It turned my whole world around. And I kind of like it, I made my bed and I sleep like a baby with no regrets and I don’t mind sayin’. It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger and how in the world can the words that I said? Send somebody so over the edge. That they’d write me a letter sayin’ that I better shut up and sing. Or my life will be over.

Forgive, sounds good. Forget. I’m not sure I could. They say time heals everything but I’m still waiting

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