boy...

boy, i tell ya... i keep trying to let men like you go... i keep trying to surrender that pain... and that heartache... i keep trying to make men like you stay away... and i remember those words my mother always said; "we don't TELL people how to treat us; we SHOW them how to treat us... boy, i keep wishing we'd never met... like not knowing you would somehow make my days a little easier... calmer... you didn't try to do nothing by make my life worse... and boy, you succeeded... call me a victim... call me a martyr... call me what you will... but say it to my face this time... yeah, this time... this time it's gonna be different, boy... because i'm not letting the ones like you in... into my heart... you used to make it REAL hard to move on, boy... but all that's gone away... cuz i keep trying...