"She's staring at me I'm sitting wondering what she thinking. Nobody's talking cause talking just turns into screaming. And now its I'm yelling over her and she's yelling over me. And all that that means is neither of us is listening. And what's even worse? That we don't even remember why we're fighting. So both of us are mad for nothing...." (Ne-Yo: Mad)
This song describes a situation I just recently found myself in. I was going at it with "him" and about two minutes I couldn't even explain why I was so heated. I was pissed of like somebody took something without asking. It was the strangest situation. Words can explain how we get mad so easily, forget what the argument is about, wont let it go, and then refuse to admit we mad for nothing. I'm thinking back on the situation and I listen to the song. I'm so confused about how everything went down. The conversation started off so simple. We exchanged greetings, made a few cute comments, gave a few compliments, and then it all went wrong. It amazes me how mad I am with "him" and we aren't even dating. Feelings got complicated because of simple situations. This distance between us is causing friction. Its funny how things change when face to face contact is impossible. If I'm me in front of you, why should you be somebody else away from me. So with all the background being said I write this poem.
i use to be the sweetest girl.
until he came along and sent tornadoes all through my world.
they say mama i miss your smile.
but its been a while.
girl its time to get over.
so even after all these years i still shed tears.
my heart will never be sober.
I'm just another chick in his game too bad i couldn't play.
feel like my life is past over.
so i look to the gray sky.
hoping time will fly.
turning the pain into pleasure.
I know I cant blame you for all the shit he put me through.
But boy you make is so easy.
Yet we always come back to what we do.
Accusations flying through the roof.
When I ain't backing down, and you not backing.
Our egos must be tripping.
In the mist of this argument we get amnesia.
Cant tell you how it started cause its not gone end.
But if we make up now, we can save the heartbreak for later.
Cause honestly none of this really matters.
This song describes a situation I just recently found myself in. I was going at it with "him" and about two minutes I couldn't even explain why I was so heated. I was pissed of like somebody took something without asking. It was the strangest situation. Words can explain how we get mad so easily, forget what the argument is about, wont let it go, and then refuse to admit we mad for nothing. I'm thinking back on the situation and I listen to the song. I'm so confused about how everything went down. The conversation started off so simple. We exchanged greetings, made a few cute comments, gave a few compliments, and then it all went wrong. It amazes me how mad I am with "him" and we aren't even dating. Feelings got complicated because of simple situations. This distance between us is causing friction. Its funny how things change when face to face contact is impossible. If I'm me in front of you, why should you be somebody else away from me. So with all the background being said I write this poem.
i use to be the sweetest girl.
until he came along and sent tornadoes all through my world.
they say mama i miss your smile.
but its been a while.
girl its time to get over.
so even after all these years i still shed tears.
my heart will never be sober.
I'm just another chick in his game too bad i couldn't play.
feel like my life is past over.
so i look to the gray sky.
hoping time will fly.
turning the pain into pleasure.
I know I cant blame you for all the shit he put me through.
But boy you make is so easy.
Yet we always come back to what we do.
Accusations flying through the roof.
When I ain't backing down, and you not backing.
Our egos must be tripping.
In the mist of this argument we get amnesia.
Cant tell you how it started cause its not gone end.
But if we make up now, we can save the heartbreak for later.
Cause honestly none of this really matters.
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