kmbartello

If you thought to manipulate me, you don't know me. And your silly little high horse, it won’t throw me. I don‘t owe you my forgiveness, nor my blessing Your cheap attempts to steel them will only keep me second guessing. You can’t convince me of how things were, I was there too And if you bend the truth I hope it continues to haunt you If you’re sure you did the right thing then just own it You won’t change my mind, you’ve already blown it I prefer to dissolve my own rage and just keep going Someone like you to me isn’t worth the knowing If you want to find redemption, have it in you To feel the pain yourself and let it kill you My only aim now is to forget That god damn day that we first met.

Did you know how I would feel

That I would toss & turn & reel

When you took your own sweet time

To find words that still don’t rhyme?

 Did you know what it would do

That it would tear my world in two

When you snuck into it’s core

And left me with nowhere to go?

Rhyme & reason, changing season

Dust to dust, all is lost

All is lost

Wouldn’t you say it was betrayal

When you walked away from me & bailed

On the emotions that were there

Waiting it out until neither of us cared?

Wouldn’t you say that it makes sense

That time is an eraser that makes amends

Turns a blind eye to what was there

For the sake of being less aware

Rhyme & reason, changing season

Dust to dust, all is lost

All is lost

So do you go right where nothing is left?

Or do you go left where nothing is right?

Rhyme & reason, all the treason

All innocence is lost

Rhyme & reason, changing season

And everything has gone away

  Rhyme & reason, changing season

Dust to dust, all is lost

All is lost

Hello my friend How have you been? How are the kids? How's the job? How is the mistress? I am fine, my love, I am fine. New man, new job, new life And yes, I'm still making sure They’re just the short kind of amour Yes, it's complicated Yes, it's difficult Yes, it's not like you and I But it's available if not quite right   All these years You're my best friend My partner in crime, my heart and soul But definitely not mine   And all these years I am your conscience Your backbone, your comfort zone But not quite yours And you said I was everybody's favorite penpal these days That maybe something wasn't right. And I smiled at him and said, “I think you might be mine.”. And you said If it's got to be someone taken, Why can't it just be me? But we both know the reason And still we don't set each other free. And yes, they are complicated Yes, they are difficult Yes, of course, they aren't you But they don't stay And they can't wreck me too All these years You're my best friend My partner in crime, my heart and soul But somehow not mine And all these years I am your conscience Your backbone, your comfort zone But still definitely not yours  

You were everything without trying You were the sun, the moon, my world and the rough sea And you're my rock, you never move But life went on without us and it never really improved   And all these years You're my best friend My partner in crime, my heart and soul But not mine And all these years I am your conscience Your backbone, your comfort zone But never ever again yours

„It is not autumn yet“, you said, as we walked into a storm,

But I secretly held you close enough for me to keep you warm

I wasn’t quite prepared for it, when you told me to let go.

And I was a little scared for us, but I couldn’t let you know.

“It’s been cold since September first.” I said.

You claimed to not remember.

And you made the next twenty days your right.

You always were your best defender.

“Find the warmth within yourself”, you urged, “and just let the cold go.”

“But the cold is who I am”, I said, “I am an autumn girl, you know.”

“It’s the time to be light, you see. This is not your season.”

I was afraid to let you go, so I nodded and felt treason.

„It isn’t autumn yet”, you insisted. “Not till September twenty first.”

I shivered alone in my sweater and looked up as the next cloud burst.

Golden and warm, autumn was in a chevy,

But in need of freedom, to you, it would always have been too heavy.

So when the day came to mark that end of summer

There was nothing left to say between me and it’s drummer.

“Goodbye.” you said and headed for the light and I was bound for winter.

I hid the pain, but it remained a heavy way to splinter.

“Goodbye,” you said, “You gloomy girl.”, as you began the straying,

Now you’re headed for eternal spring and I, I will be staying.

But golden and never afraid of the dark, this still is my season.

Even if you, my love, could never see my reason.