i still remember the hour.
the hour when you told me, i felt my heart begin to sour.
you said we couldn't be, and suddenly i felt it inside.
inside my heart, a ripping tide, and it tore me apart.
it took me some time, but i recovered.
but when you came by, i couldn't believe what i heard!
you wanted me back, and you said you were sorry.
and if you hadn't stabbed me in the back, and told me that story, 
i might have said yes. but now, i'd say no, and that's for sure, 
because, and i confess, i don't think you've matured. 
well, sorry, i have to go now. my girlfriend starts to get worried 
when i'm this late for a date!

                             
dedicated to: Hillary