Bitchicisms

Only one way to cure these blues...indulge in music I can relate to...hence this song by Amy Winehouse...


All I can ever be to you

Is a darkness that we knew

And this regret I had to get accustomed to

Once it was so right

When we were at our high

Waiting for you in the hotel at night

I knew I hadn't met my match

But every moment we could snatch

I don’t know why I got so attached

It’s my responsibility

And you don’t owe nothing to me

But to walk away I have no capacity


He walks away

The sun goes down

He takes the day but I’m grown

And in this grey, in this blue shade

My tears dry on their own


I don’t understand

Why do I stress A man

When there’s so many better things at hand

We could a never had it all

We had to hit a wall

So this is inevitable withdrawal

Even if I stop wanting you

A Perspective pushes thru

I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon

I shouldn't play myself again

I should just be my own best friend

Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men


He walks away

The sun goes down

He takes the day but I’m grown

And it's OK

In this blue shade

My tears dry on their own


So we are history

Your shadow covers me

The sky above

A blaze


He walks away

The sun goes down

He takes the day but I’m grown

And it's OK

In this blue shade

My tears dry on their own


I wish I could SAY no regrets

And no emotional debts

Cos as we kiss goodbye the sun sets

So we are history

The shadow covers me

The sky above a blaze that only lovers see


He walks away

The sun goes down

He takes the day but I’m grown

And it's OK

My blue shade

My tears dry on their own


He walks away

The sun goes down

He takes the day but I am grown

And it's OK

My deep shade

My tears dry on their own


He walks away

The sun goes down

He takes the day but I’m grown

And it's OK

My deep shade

My tears dry