Here's My Cycle.

I tried to warn myself about this teenage romance thing,
but I forgot everything I told myself when I was eight.
Mommy told me, and I listened to what the singers sing,
now it's nine years or so later and it's far too late.

I cried to myself through the night where I slept not,
dwelling on a cause that I never tried hard to prevent.
Have you ever had the feeling that you've lost a lot,
and you never stood a chance to remember to stop it?

Well, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the carpet,
trying to give myself a reason for this teenage romance.
Heart break is so overrated; and so hard to take it,
but how could you say no to such eyes asking for a dance?

One more risk, I warned myself...this is my last shot,
let's give it a go, and let's not trip and fall down.
I told myself my eight year old warnings weren't forgot,
but I know this won't be my last time going around.

Here's my cycle, so plain and f#cking simple,
I'll break it down and crumble along toward the floor.
Maybe I have some of the sweetest, cutest dimples,
but that's no excuse to keep walking out the door.

How many times have I hurt your small heart now?
Want me to give you some lyrics that I once heard?
Something about moving on from love somehow,
I don't know, I once used to know each and every word.

But I grew up and your eyes took me by such a surprise,
"dance with me." you begged, and so I walked with you.
Who knew it was me who was filled with the lies?
Who knew you would get hurt in this teenage romance too?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the pain,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I'm the same.
Here's my cycle, so plain and f#cking simple,
I'm breaking down. I'm breaking you down.
Where's the eight year old when you need her?
Why'd I have to go and forget all about her?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry it ended this way.

Sarah Gammon ©
12/06/05

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