נימוקים של צורה ותוכן

I took a pen that wouldn't write and sat down to write you a song
Breathing words that felt like smoke as I misspoke, I knew all along
that you were always so distant
and you were always too cynical
and I never learned how to deal with your dreaded words

I made a pledge to all things right to put aside my longing for you
But having said it I admit it wasn't quite the easiest thing to do
when you were always so beautiful
and you have this strange power over me
and I couldn't do away with your dreaded words

When I decide that I'll be strong I'll come along and knock on your door
and say the words rehearsed in front of mirros about a million times before
that you should have treated me better
and you were always hurting my feelings
and you can go to hell and take with you your dreaded words