Good Woman
I don't want be a bad woman
And I can't stand to see you be a bad man.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love this love forever.
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I can't see you no more.
This is why I am lying when I say
That I don't love you no more.
My biggest regret, if I can't stop this from happening.
I miss you in our home. Our home which you rarely see these days. But even with things changing the way they are, this distance you've mentioned, our memories in this place is enough to balance out my sadness with a bit of happiness.
I hate the fact I only see you for so little though, and the fact that I still can't keep your smile. I'm always waiting. I'm always trying. Even if you can't see these efforts.
I am troubled that I'm too much too handle. I'm really really god damn, sorry. Too soft, I know. Sensitive, I know.
Nothing about my enthusiasm, my excitement and my eagerness to share every day events with you is superficial. Because of you, I exist. My happiness, real.
I only hope that someday, you'll be able to look back and recall those subtle hints, those expressions my eyes tried ever so hard to show you, that I have been sad for a very long time. Life isn't kind when there's constant reminders that I do everything but the right thing. I know these words are not used, but my ability to cause you disappointment and failure to meet your expectations reflect only this. I can barely keep it together. I hope you realize how hard I've tried. I hope you would at the very least say, not even promise, that you would try to be a little kinder, gentler. You can remain angry at the world, but if it's possible, may I be the exception? Saying this is how you are and I need to accept that is worrying. I hope that sometimes when your eyes meet mine, you would be reminded of the little boy you who looks at you with nothing but complete adoration. I've read once that crying isn't a sign of weakness, but a sign of having tried too hard to be strong for too long. And I know you worry about the future, but in order to get there, we have to work on what we presently have. I suppose it is rather silly thinking such thoughts, after all, in the end, I'm just being sensitive.
And I can't stand to see you be a bad man.
I will miss your heart so tender
And I will love this love forever.
And this is why I am leaving
And this is why I can't see you no more.
This is why I am lying when I say
That I don't love you no more.
My biggest regret, if I can't stop this from happening.
I miss you in our home. Our home which you rarely see these days. But even with things changing the way they are, this distance you've mentioned, our memories in this place is enough to balance out my sadness with a bit of happiness.
I hate the fact I only see you for so little though, and the fact that I still can't keep your smile. I'm always waiting. I'm always trying. Even if you can't see these efforts.
I am troubled that I'm too much too handle. I'm really really god damn, sorry. Too soft, I know. Sensitive, I know.
Nothing about my enthusiasm, my excitement and my eagerness to share every day events with you is superficial. Because of you, I exist. My happiness, real.
I only hope that someday, you'll be able to look back and recall those subtle hints, those expressions my eyes tried ever so hard to show you, that I have been sad for a very long time. Life isn't kind when there's constant reminders that I do everything but the right thing. I know these words are not used, but my ability to cause you disappointment and failure to meet your expectations reflect only this. I can barely keep it together. I hope you realize how hard I've tried. I hope you would at the very least say, not even promise, that you would try to be a little kinder, gentler. You can remain angry at the world, but if it's possible, may I be the exception? Saying this is how you are and I need to accept that is worrying. I hope that sometimes when your eyes meet mine, you would be reminded of the little boy you who looks at you with nothing but complete adoration. I've read once that crying isn't a sign of weakness, but a sign of having tried too hard to be strong for too long. And I know you worry about the future, but in order to get there, we have to work on what we presently have. I suppose it is rather silly thinking such thoughts, after all, in the end, I'm just being sensitive.