You can sit there, and laugh about me with your friends,
I can sit here, and wish that this is not where it ends;
You can sit there, and say that we'll still be friends,
But I'm grownup, baby, and this is where it ends.
Nobody left to yell at, nobody left to curse;
Nobody left to tug on, nobody to get hurt;
I'm just nobody, somebody left for worse;
Don't worry, baby, just a shovel full of dirt.
So just kill me where I stand,
After all of your tuggin',
I'm still a man,
So take me, as I am;
Take me, as I am.
It was worth it.
December 17, 2008.
Copyright 2008, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.