A Ballad in E Major

The pain is so fresh.
It never hurts any less.
You think this is easy?
You don't even care.

It might be jealousy.
But it's more likely disappointment.
Interesting, isn't it, how everything changes? And yet it's all the same to you.

I am doing great. Fantastic, actually.
I thought my life was golden.
But one small slip can pop things right out of place. And It got me thinking:


There's something about
throwing it back that always stings
more than anticipated.
But you don't even care.

The bottom line is this: I'm tired of feeling sorry for no reasons. All the time.
So I stopped.

And I may see you around because you do live in this town.

But I don't even care.

So, there.