What the Girl Said

Boy

I wish there was a better way

To say what I'm going to say

But I've racked my mind and scoured my wits

And I haven't discovered any yet

So I'm just gonna tell you straight

And how you take it is up to fate:

You see

I don't think you're right for me

And we'd best part ways amiably

You felt the sparks flying? There were none for me.

I'm really, deeply sorry

That things turned out this way

I wished this didn't happen, but then, hey:

Conside this -

If you love me enough you'll let me go

And understand, although with a bit of sorrow.

One last favour though - can you, once your anger abates

Please try not to hate.

I wish there'd been a better way,

But what I just said, I had needed to say.