It really is so very foolish
And we really should have let go
To things that we hold on to
Things that hurt us so

I should have let go of you by now
I should have said it’s getting old
But why do I worry so much
That you make yourself so hard to hold?

It’s because I still care for you girl,
Not in the romantic sort of way
But the undying sort where
It doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay

It doesn’t matter for which side your batting
Or which side you butter your bread
I just want us two to talk
And put this thing to bed.

That doesn’t mean I want to go to bed with you
Believe me, that feeling went long ago
But I still look at you in awe
And think there’s a girl I’d like to know

If only she would open up a little
And let these things ride
If only she could see how sorry I am
And let those comments slide

We both should know by now
That nobody wins a fight
It’s no longer a question
Of who’s wrong, who’s right?

I am too tired to fight it
But I’m never too tired to give up on you
But when you hurt me so bad
Honey what in the world am I meant to do?

I’m no longer thinking of myself
I hope deep down you didn’t forget
That night I saw you in the club
I didn’t want it to be a night to regret

For you, as drunk as you were
For one moment you dropped your guard
It could have been so easy for some boy
But I didn’t want you getting harmed

I didn’t want some boy to take advantage of you
So I guided you to the door
Your perfumed hair slipped against me
Before you dropped to the floor
And sat on the steps
And you began a crying
EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE
And that’s when I began a dying

There must be some reasons why you don’t give forgiveness
You must be dragging round a boulder
Upon your soul, no more shackles please
No more looking over your shoulder.

I know you’ve had it tough in the past
Who you once were and what was done
But look now, you’re a beauty
Those days are long gone

I know that we can change physically but not emotionally
We cannot change the past
But looking you’ve grown
Into a fine work of art

You’re an inspiration for other women
You’re an inspiration to me
So don’t you know it hurts me when you say
You wouldn’t have liked what I used to be

That’s not for you to say
You could be black or white, rich or poor,
Skinny of fat the fact is this
As a friend I couldn’t love you any more