My Words

Standin' to the side,

Don't know what to say.

Over to you I stride,

See you kissing her face.

Like I care!

You were never mine!

So I turn around,

To my peace of mind,

And say...

 

Cha..

Don't get worked up.

Nah...

Not even worth it.

Blah...

And I gave a care why?

Hm...

I guess I really don't give a rip.

 

A while later,

Image in my head.

When I came up,

Three words I should've said.

Screwed that moment over,

But it always happens.

Maybe that's why my words,

Make sense.

 

Cha..

Don't get worked up.

Nah...

Not even worth it.

Blah...

And I gave a care why?

Hm...

I guess I really don't give a rip.

 

Okay!

Time to give up!

I said it already,

I don't give a duck!

He's off the market,

And my friend.
I'm at least faithful,

That'll never end.

Because...

 

Cha..

Don't get worked up.

Nah...

Not even worth it.

Blah...

And I gave a care why?

Hm...

I guess I really don't give a rip.

 

Cha..

Don't get worked up.

Nah...

Not even worth it.

Blah...

And I gave a care why?

Hm...

I guess I really don't give a rip.

Author's Note

Critics welcome, just don't annoy me. :P