So you have an email that won’t get to me So you have a life that’s fancy-free So you have some dogs and mis’rable wife too So you have your gun And you have your excuse
So you have a few pictures, pictures of me So you have some fake little stories So you have new family and the sun’s shining too So you have your addiction And you have your excuse
Excuses, excuses I’m so tired. Excuses, excuses
They’re not enough to unbreak my heart And they’re not enough to heal these scars You went with the wind, changed my world You left with no sign, not even goodbye No apology, just a lie
So I’m supposed to let it go So I’m supposed to be the adult So I’m supposed to forgive and forget How can I if you don’t regret it Breaking my heart, weaving your lie Spitting your words, making me cry Cry, cry, cry, cry
How can I forgive? you’re not sorry. How can I live? you took my life. How can I believe you? all you do is lie. How can I?
I’ve been hurt more than anyone should All at your hand So now it’s goodbye, goodbye for good.
A pre-cursor to my "The Truth, Daddy Dearest" era. I wrote this at age 17, as a pop/rock song, and it was published in my high school's literary magazine. Pretty cliche, huh?