You look at me like that
as you have for some time now
but I doubt
if anything’s going to change
as you may wish.
You are who you are
and I are who I are
and these are the way things are
for now
and that’s just how it stands.

I’m just telling it like it is:
I’m sorry
that you don’t like my sad girl songs anymore
but I’m not quite done singing them.
My certain brand of misery
can only be expressed in the twee
and if that’s how it continues to be
from now until infinity,
then, again: so sorry
– but not really.

I’ve gotta sing it
until I’m not sad anymore.
Maybe then I’ll roar.