Black and Blue

They tell you all the time
"Girls should be wise and choose the one",
but you'll be taken down as soon as
you have the nerve to do it.
 
Criticize the choice you made,
blaming for things you can't unmake.
Remember all your old mistakes,
depreciate your merits,
and all your highest grades.
 
I wonder what is left of me
if I lost my fragile grit?
 
I've got
too much to think tonight.
They say it's sad, but this is what I talk about,
and I stay
awake,
till the afterlight.
I can feel my eyes burning.
How can a person demand anything from me,
if it's something, that he won't do?
So why should I still want you, if you make me black and blue?
 
How long will it be cool -
rheumy eyes and playing fool,
when you can't break the curse,
tustify all my ambitions?
 
And my hands are getting tired
to carry weight from burning fire.
I guess I'm wasting my old time,
trying to get your
recognition.
 
Maybe someday I'm gonna meet you
it's a fever fear - the kind of blindfold on your eyes
you wear on seventeen.
You'll have no words to say,
you'll pass me by down the street.
I'm happy cause there's no expectation I should meet.