So, today there is inspiration for a song. Yes, I actually do write. This is about one of my ex-fiances who came to mind yesterday on the anniversary of our break-up. He won't get to see it, but I hope you all enjoy. It's a work in progress.

Say It To My Face

You’re not the guy I thought I knew
When I thought that I was losing you—No

You were never ever half of me
‘Cause alone I was more than you could be—No

I thought you were a shooting star
You crashed and burned, didn’t get too far—No

You have your life and I have mine
And I don’t have to toe the line—No

We have no future, had a past
I’m kind of glad we didn’t last—No

Say it to my face
Before you leave my place
That you don’t want me anymore
Believe me, I’ve heard worse before
You won’t bring me to the floor
Won’t have me crying on my knees
Holding on and begging please
Don’t go…
I’m not a show.
You might think you’ve hurt me to the core
But, baby, over there’s the door…
Go.
Don’t walk too slow.

You think I want to be your wife
I’m better off without you in life—No

Don’t need the drama, want the strain
Don’t want to ride this merry go round again—No

You can be all you want to be
Which isn’t much, but it doesn’t bother me—No

Drop out of school, take a bride
‘Cause you can’t live without someone at your side—No

Have a kid you don’t support
He’ll grow up poor, but he’ll be a sport—No

Say it to my face
Before you leave my place
That you don’t want me anymore
Believe me, I’ve heard worse before
You won’t bring me to the floor
Won’t have me crying on my knees
Holding on and begging please
Don’t go…
I’m not a show.
You might think you’ve hurt me to the core
But, baby over there’s the door…
Go.
Don’t walk too slow.
Don’t walk too slow.

Now I’m moving up, I’m moving on
And you have no excuse to don—No

You failed all by yourself
You sank, I swam to save myself—No

I wonder if you think of me
In your mice and cockroach misery—No

Bet you’re sorry you didn’t listen then
I was right before, I’m right again—No

You’ll grow old early, die of drink
Your widow won’t own the kitchen sink—No

And if anybody misses you
It won’t be me because we’re through—No

Hope they carve it on your stone
You were better off on your own—No

While everybody’s wearing black
I won’t cry, I won’t look back—No

Instead of mourning I’ll be decked out in red
You’ll roll in your grave while I turn heads—No

Say it to my face
Before you leave my place
That you don’t want me anymore
Believe me, I’ve heard worse before
You won’t bring me to the floor
No, baby, I am so much more
Won’t have me crying on my knees
Holding on and begging please
Don’t go…
I’m not a show.
You might think you’ve hurt me to the core
But, baby, over there’s the door
Go.
Don’t walk too slow.
Don’t walk too slow.
Don’t walk too slow.
Don’t walk too slow.