Well, babe
Here you are
all a l o n e
with your words
{ using that two letter one [NO] over and over again really bit you in the ass, didn't it LOVE }
come on, go askaskask him
take action, use your verbs
But, darlin', you've got this crazy little thing called pride (fuck that noun) to deal with
She doesn't do anything
and that rat-BASTARD of a fact
t O r T u R e S you inside
There are so many lovely facts about her
like her hair { NO ONE'S hair is that red. It's like she made it that way just for you….mmm….you like this unrealistic fact }
and her eyes [impossibly green….]
and her smile,
(now that you actually see it…..you're friends now….a fact that makes you happy)
So, sweetheart,
stay here and mourn
all a l o n e
with your words
And you, tough guy,
you sit here and sulk
{Privately, of course}
and list the wonderful facts about her
[these are also the facts why you'll never have her
Just stay there
you, with your words
and you, with your facts