The Best Explanation


I never speak from my mouth but from my heart
Love overflown in the chalice, it's my best part
But drought-stricken,
I only find blood boiling over the brew in my chest
Was this really the best?
Who's the better man, the tarnished or the torn?
If you're gonna wear me like tarnished sleeves,
for me to be adorned,
I am going to be the seventh girl you've scorned.
But singleness looks stronger,
passing love like playing cards is our future;
the better man forgives and forgets.
But if I am going to forgive you,
I'm going to forgive the pain I plunged myself into.
Because I'll never forget what you did to me.
And I'll never be that better man.
Because I am a woman.
I'll face better brave than to hide my emotions,
like you and you're men.
Let them bury me in their criticism.
If I can be buried amongst my favorite flowers,
I would lie and say they are roses.
Because when they lower me down into loneliness,
they would think she did better, beautifully.
Despite being enclosed in your thorns.

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