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I Wasn't Worth Her
* My self-conscious speaking to myself*
You weren’t worth her Mike, it wasn’t your time
Look at her, happy in his arms. You could never do that
If she knew how you felt it would have ruined your friendship
You did the right thing for once, leaving her alone, you did her a favor
All you are at best is a blue collar hero, barely getting by
She wouldn’t tolerate a life like that; you had to let her go
She was never really yours to begin with you know
Sure you had intimate times and you knew too much
Anyone can understand why you feel the way you do
But you weren’t worth it, and you fucking knew it
You really thought you’d have your shit together in time
For her to realize the real man you could and wanted to be?
She is so full of grace, beauty, brains and personality
Why would you want to screw that up by stirring YOU in the mix?
Just be glad you were able to hold her for as long as you did that last time
Did it feel good? Like you had the world in your hands?
Like it could have lasted forever? I bet it did.
You totally could have spat those words out and probably won her heart
But remember Mike, keeping your mouth shut was for the best
You are nothing but a dead beat hopeless romantic; you’ll never go any where
Here hit that bottle one more time, just drink away the sorrow
That’s right you’ve done this plenty of times, you know
This one may have been different, but you were NOT worth her
You weren’t worth her Mike, it wasn’t your time
Look at her, happy in his arms. You could never do that
If she knew how you felt it would have ruined your friendship
You did the right thing for once, leaving her alone, you did her a favor
All you are at best is a blue collar hero, barely getting by
She wouldn’t tolerate a life like that; you had to let her go
She was never really yours to begin with you know
Sure you had intimate times and you knew too much
Anyone can understand why you feel the way you do
But you weren’t worth it, and you fucking knew it
You really thought you’d have your shit together in time
For her to realize the real man you could and wanted to be?
She is so full of grace, beauty, brains and personality
Why would you want to screw that up by stirring YOU in the mix?
Just be glad you were able to hold her for as long as you did that last time
Did it feel good? Like you had the world in your hands?
Like it could have lasted forever? I bet it did.
You totally could have spat those words out and probably won her heart
But remember Mike, keeping your mouth shut was for the best
You are nothing but a dead beat hopeless romantic; you’ll never go any where
Here hit that bottle one more time, just drink away the sorrow
That’s right you’ve done this plenty of times, you know
This one may have been different, but you were NOT worth her
Published 29th Jan 2013
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30th Jan 2013 2:57pm
If you don't make a move or say something to her you will forever be haunted by what if.. and What if's suck :/ Nice view into a inner struggle. Nicely penned.
3rd Feb 2013 3:38pm
Haha yeah, I've definitely learned my lesson, gotta speak up when you know it feels right...and thank you.
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8th Feb 2013 9:08pm
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9th Feb 2013 1:58am
11th Feb 2013 5:27am
All you are at best is a blue collar hero, barely getting by
She wouldn’t tolerate a life like that; you had to let her go
She was never really yours to begin with you know
Sure you had intimate times and you knew too much
All of this part brought to mind Bruce Springsteen's "I'm On Fire", the song and the video. Also brought back memories. Working construction, all day long building some rich asshole's 2nd house that he didn't appreciate. To and from the site by bike, gladiator life.
Slinging at night, all across the southland, coming back just before sun-up, driving the only red car in the neighborhood. The wrong car color. The wrong skin color. And proud. Being in love with someone who's business had to be kept reeeal quiet.
You really thought you’d have your shit together in time
For her to realize the real man you could and wanted to be?
She is so full of grace, beauty, brains and personality
Why would you want to screw that up by stirring YOU in the mix?
Women are the reason we build Eiffel Towers and empires. It's a violent rending sometimes, when you meet a real woman. She makes you want to start expressing yourself fully. Wake up each day to creation like it's the first day. Living each minute like you're Buddha and Marlon Brando and Cyrano and it's your last night. But if she can't see it yet? If you haven't mastered it yet? We call ourselves captains of our destiny and fuck fate. But sometimes fate fucks us first.
There's some brutal honesty in your verse Comrade. And you sum shit up waaaaay more succinct than I ever could. This is some respectable prose!
She wouldn’t tolerate a life like that; you had to let her go
She was never really yours to begin with you know
Sure you had intimate times and you knew too much
All of this part brought to mind Bruce Springsteen's "I'm On Fire", the song and the video. Also brought back memories. Working construction, all day long building some rich asshole's 2nd house that he didn't appreciate. To and from the site by bike, gladiator life.
Slinging at night, all across the southland, coming back just before sun-up, driving the only red car in the neighborhood. The wrong car color. The wrong skin color. And proud. Being in love with someone who's business had to be kept reeeal quiet.
You really thought you’d have your shit together in time
For her to realize the real man you could and wanted to be?
She is so full of grace, beauty, brains and personality
Why would you want to screw that up by stirring YOU in the mix?
Women are the reason we build Eiffel Towers and empires. It's a violent rending sometimes, when you meet a real woman. She makes you want to start expressing yourself fully. Wake up each day to creation like it's the first day. Living each minute like you're Buddha and Marlon Brando and Cyrano and it's your last night. But if she can't see it yet? If you haven't mastered it yet? We call ourselves captains of our destiny and fuck fate. But sometimes fate fucks us first.
There's some brutal honesty in your verse Comrade. And you sum shit up waaaaay more succinct than I ever could. This is some respectable prose!
11th Feb 2013 2:52pm
Thank you! Always good to see another blue collar joe on here haha I just watched the song and video and damn that sums it up perfect. especially being a mechanic myself haha. You couldn't be more right. as soon as we think we have fate figured out and the time comes, it fucks us big time.
12th Feb 2013 4:15pm
A real nice job on detailing the vulnerability us guys feel though we do our damnedest to hide it.
I love the honesty with "She is so full of grace, beauty, brains and personality Why would you want to screw that up by stirring YOU in the mix?" being my favorite line. Awesome picture too. Very nice job.
I love the honesty with "She is so full of grace, beauty, brains and personality Why would you want to screw that up by stirring YOU in the mix?" being my favorite line. Awesome picture too. Very nice job.
13th Feb 2013 8:08am
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it. That's my favorite line as well. Its where I put my most emphasis in this piece.
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