Almost Married . . .

We talked about it, and we planned it, You were to be my beautiful bride fair But you snapped and I couldn't stand it, Is that how you treat someone who cares? You stalked me waiting for me to slip up, You always accused me of telling lies Now the invitations, I've ripped up In between my sobs and mournful cries! I loved you Tyanne! You hurt my heart! And yet you accuse me of playing games, Because I won't say 'till death do us part.' To a psychopath who calls me names. You said you loved me so dearly girl, And that you'd make me the happiest man You said I was the center of your world You said you'd be there to understand. Yet you showed up at my job all the time Because you didn't trust me a lick. And true fallin' in love ain't a crime, But what you did to me was simply sick. You came barging in my house to search Because my room mate said I wasn't there Do you realize how badly that hurt That you didn't trust someone who cared? The night I broke it off, you didn't see The tears that were pouring from my eyes After all the stuff you had done to me After all the nights you made me cry! Next you yelled in the phone, I was a jerk And that I was the one playing games I tried hard to make our engagement work, So there's no need in even calling names. You didn't see me drunk and passed out At my brothers' house for the next few days You didn't hear me pour my heart out Trapped in a world so cloudy and gray. You didn't see the pain in their eyes As they attempted to help me cope But now I have grown so much more wise And for us there was simply no hope. Could have is not where I am anymore Would have ain't in my vocabulary On should have, I'm just shutting the door If we married, that would have been scary. So, I'll just say thank the Lord above That I didn't marry a psycho like you No longer do you have a piece of my love And my days of mouring are through. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 07:45 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1