The Ceralia Project

 

 

no, it's you – i swear, it's not me

if you can't treat someone right you should just set them free

 

a love story that could have been both adventurous and bold

ours is one that shall never be told

 

your idea of sexy was acting boy-cheesy

mine does not make me feel "o-hell no, that's sleazy!"

 

to me a man is tender and bright

a world full of wonder, passion and delight

 

a family one day seems nice to me too

but from where i stand a baby is not the same as a boo

 

the raising of you should have been your parents' job

hear me out, i don't mean to sound like a snob

 

but really, why put all this pressure on me?

you're older, you've traveled, got a higher degree

 

i don't care where you're from, what you've done in your life,

but if you ever want to make a Real Woman your wife

 

then listen to me, these words are true

i think you need to change, alter all bits of you

 

how to treat a woman, i gave you the clues

though you seemed too busy with your mental abuse

 

a "poor little boy" with eyes so sad

i tried to help, and of course you got mad

 

when all your petty issues i could solve with ease

you created a situation not of emotions but of word grease

 

always wanting me to listen and give

boy, you ought to know – a Woman needs to live!

 

but you needed me to sit and again listen to your story

simply pathetic, not a single ounce of glory

 

the thing you loved most about me was that i'm so bright

so let me now on your idiocy shed some light

 

if you know a woman clever, a treasure, pure quality is

then why did you not treat me better than this?

 

actions speak louder than words, always will

a high degree perhaps, but dumber than most still

 

if you see me in town, it's okay for you to greet

but no more than that, i don't need for us to meet

 

to talk and all that, have you put your arm around me

there's nothing there for anyone to see

 

tried my best to not become digusted by your presence, thus

that failed when you tried to lie to the both of us

 

when spotting your lies, you kept stating them as true

when truth came out, alas, there was the real you

 

you broke down, stating you wished it weren't so

but all there was left was for you to let me go

 

now, don't get me wrong, this is not about cheating

just a story about a person mistreating

 

calling it love, lust, passion, whatnot

ah, who cares, never bothered me a lot

 

now, as you read these words from me to you

understand what i need for you to do

 

before looking for others, find yourself first

otherwise your life will be one of thirst

 

never fully fed, satisfied and glad

you'll be annoying, friendless and sad

 

but, please, if you find someone as good for you as i

keep this person in an esteem so high

 

don't waste the chances you get for free

life is too precious, don't let time be

 

for you and I it's over – stop your cry

may you live well, reach your goals, good-bye