You were so quick to judge,
My life's not such a drudge.
You said we lacked excitement,
That the flame of fun was spent.
You wanted to do the single thing,
Now you'd had your little fling.
I'd hoped that you could be the one,
I should have known that you'd be gone,
The moment I got happy,
I was too content to see,
That the happiness you'd given me,
Was a false pretence, I see.
I'd tried to create environments,
Free from worries, bills and rents.
A calm, reflective paradise,
Could it have been enough to serfice?
I offered you a relaxed retreat,
A place two chilled out minds could meet.
But you just wanted to go party,
I couldn't make you happy.
And now as darkness folds around me,
I realize that we could not be.
I guess you're just too different,
To think I lack excitement.
You think that I could never be,
All that you could want of me,
That I have too much responsibility,
Well I'm a mother don't you see?
You'd like a wilder life,
When I like my milder life.
I'm just far too chilled out,
To go about and scream and shout.
I feel as if I should cry,
But haven't figured out just why,
I should waist my time to try.
When I trusted you, you hurt me,
But now with open eyes I see,
You're just another bastered,
That didn't care for me.
So go ahead and use me,
Don't wait around to see,
All of the potential that we could rise to be.
And now too lonely bed I'll crawl,
And nurse my pride in sad withdrawal,
And I'll await the next sunlight,
Without a lovers blinded sight.
I'll paint upon a happy smile,
But I know that all the while,
It hides a veil of tears,
That's followed me throughout the years.
When happiness I thought was mine,
It's always taken; I guess that's just fine.
But as you stroke this sleeping cat,
Be sure you know just where you're at,
For beneath their soft and silky paws,
Every pussycat has claws.