Poetic Feelings
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IT WASN'T EVEN FUN
Covered my face, shocked at what I'd done,
Complete letdown--it wasn't even fun;
Couldn't even feel in any small measure
The satisfaction of new-found pleasure;
I'd given in to his winsome ways,
Couldn't turn back to the good old days
When I'd sat on my pedestal, oh, so high,
Cute and innocent, pure and shy;
Now I just felt empty inside,
Wished I could find somewhere to hide,
He seemed puzzled as he turned his head,
Said I acted as if someone was dead;
Someone was dead, as a matter of fact,
Someone who could never, ever come back;
I watched numbly as he combed his hair,
Lifted his jacket from the back of a chair;
I dressed quickly, my head hung in shame,
Told myself I could never be the same;
And the sad thing now that it's over and done,
Is the painful fact that it wasn't even fun.
Covered my face, shocked at what I'd done,
Complete letdown--it wasn't even fun;
Couldn't even feel in any small measure
The satisfaction of new-found pleasure;
I'd given in to his winsome ways,
Couldn't turn back to the good old days
When I'd sat on my pedestal, oh, so high,
Cute and innocent, pure and shy;
Now I just felt empty inside,
Wished I could find somewhere to hide,
He seemed puzzled as he turned his head,
Said I acted as if someone was dead;
Someone was dead, as a matter of fact,
Someone who could never, ever come back;
I watched numbly as he combed his hair,
Lifted his jacket from the back of a chair;
I dressed quickly, my head hung in shame,
Told myself I could never be the same;
And the sad thing now that it's over and done,
Is the painful fact that it wasn't even fun.
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It Wasn`t Even Fun
It Wasn`t Even Fun