I'm not very strong, so to speak I'm merely a girl refusing to sound weak Often condescending; narcissism in full glory But every action taken was never without a story
What is it, you might ask, do pray tell If curious is what you are, then very well I shall I am seasoned, scarred, battered and bruised Torn, tattered and worn out from use
This you know, you've been there before One too many times we've walked out the door We both have wounds, you and I I've grown tired and my tears have run dry
This won't work, I've heard them all say But never you mind, I'll be okay A fighter now, a pushover before I gotta be strong before I lose even more
A chanced encounter, that's what you are Could he be different? I wondered from afar Conversations over coffee, what a great start! But I've grown accustomed to guarding my heart
It's not that I don't trust, nor that I don't care My past has hurt me and my mama said beware Risks have been taken, perhaps a little too much So please understand as to why I am such
Despite all that, you've got me thinking Things could be better, if only I kept believing Because I've grown fond of our playful banter The time is mine, and that's all that matters