Dayer
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Those words that I wrote
You tried to understand
"Was that about her?"
You'd so rudely demand
But those words were mine only
Meant only for me
Yet you just wouldn't get it
For you never could see
That the words I had written
Of sexual lust
Were meant to be read
Only by those I trust
& those words full of rage
Were not meant towards you
I just write, just to deal
& that's just what I do
That so-called "love poem"
Wasn't about my past
It's just something I wrote
After seeing you last
So don't read what I write
Then search between the lines
'Cause the words on this paper
Are not yours, they're mine
You tried to understand
"Was that about her?"
You'd so rudely demand
But those words were mine only
Meant only for me
Yet you just wouldn't get it
For you never could see
That the words I had written
Of sexual lust
Were meant to be read
Only by those I trust
& those words full of rage
Were not meant towards you
I just write, just to deal
& that's just what I do
That so-called "love poem"
Wasn't about my past
It's just something I wrote
After seeing you last
So don't read what I write
Then search between the lines
'Cause the words on this paper
Are not yours, they're mine
