I'm in love with a girl I hate
She enjoys pointing out every bad thing about me
He hated her with a passion. And yet...he loved her with a passion. It was a paradox Francis had still to sort out.
Everything about him that could be described, every bad name or curse word under the sun...well, he'd had the honour of receiving it from her. Because she hated him too, apparently. His flaws were her triumphs, or so it seemed.
I'm in love with a critic and a sceptic, a traitor
I'd trade her in a second
Critical she was, and cynical. Realistic - horribly so. The complete opposite of him. When he was the lover and the dreamer, she was the one who always had to pull him back down. So what if he hit the ground hard enough to knock his hopes away - he was on the ground. That sufficed for her. Every time she did it, and every time she took away a little more of it.
Sometimes, Francis thought to himself he wouldn't much mind if she just vanished off the face of the earth some fine day.
But of course he always took it back.
She's a backseat driver
Looking back, he knew it. She wasn't and never had been the type to let people like him win out. No matter what she always had to have the last word, make the last choice, be the last one in control.
A drama provider
An instant update of the world
Given that, it was just natural how she managed to make his life interesting - ah, just beyond normal. She always managed to do that. It was a gift that was beyond his ability sometimes - or maybe it was both of them at once. He could always count on her to supply him with unnecessary details and importantly deprecating comments - or, as she called it, 'common knowledge.'
She's a first-class liar
A constant forgetter
She always told him exactly what she thought of him, which was nothing - or so she said. Could it be that this was simply part of her tough exterior, the one he was still trying to melt so he could see through to her heart?
Maybe, he consoled himself, maybe she just made it a point not to outwardly care about him.
She's attractive but bitter
And then...when that time came...she fell. Fell from her position of grandeur, of pride, of everything she had known. The past caught up to her then. Bitterness was only an understatement.
Did you scream enough to make her cry?
And at the end of all their arguments, their screaming matches, their fights...it was always him with the broken heart, and she who left, bitter tears streaking her face.
It's a turn around
Turn around
His eyes fixated on her retreating form, her body trembling with the tears she struggled and failed to hold in...oh, how he wished she could just turn around and come back. So he could hold her tight and soothe away all the tears and make her world right again.
Baby, don't return to me
Maybe she just made it a point not to outwardly care about him. But whenever he heard her say, 'You're not worth it,' he swallowed his deepest wish, swallowed the pain that was eating him up inside, and watched her go in silence. Not calling her back, not pleading with her to stay.
If you think that I'm not worth your time
He wasn't worth it. She'd said so. What more had he to do, when she wasn't there with him, when she didn't even think him worth turning around for?
But he loved her.
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
She's a lady
And ladies shouldn't be messed with
She always claimed to be a lady. Once he would not have agreed, no, he would have died before he was within nine miles of that accession.
But now he knew there had never been a finer lady to walk the earth.
She was a lady.
She was his lady.