Turning off and toughening up; Well that's a dumb idea of smart
But you'll have to live with yourself; Just you and your unique beautiful
Woman's entitlement
No one know what I love you means; But I know it's a thing you'll run up
Against inside yourself; Now you're worried about what our friends say
After you had everything your own way
You made a choice to be dishonest with me; You made a choice to give up
On everything; You've chosen to stomp on my vulnerability; And now you're
Vain enough to expect sympathy
How old is this perfect child? How old is this perfect child?
I've kept my cool while I've destoryed most things I've ever destroyed
I can remain all la-dee-da while mid-tantrum; What's the difference cool and
Collected or otherwise?
I stand doomed and accused; But completely accustomed to your so hard won
So-whatsdom; So what's the difference cool and collected or otherwise?
Still a pilgrim or a pirate; Still pointed towards the shore; Still a-hoy and it's hot
Today matees; Still a wonder and a bore
But weren't you aware of it all; And weren't you in awe of the claw
That clenched you all over and scared you and just left you blaming
Doomed to do some so-and-so; And to me you'll be some so-and-so
And I'll be just your old ex-so-and-so; I'll see you on the street sometime
So-and-so; And introduce you to me new so-and-so; And I'll politely
Shake hands with your so-and-so; I'll smile at the son of so-and-so
And your child to me will just be some so-and-so
Writer(s): Timothy John Kinsella
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