Undone

Okay, I just did a lyric Spew, but I found this song (I must have mass downloaded) on my computer. I think it wraps things up … *smirks* nicely.

You Don’t Mean Anything, Simple Plan

Maybe I’m just not good enough for you

And maybe I just don’t wanna be like you

And maybe I just don’t wanna know

How low you’re ready to go

I’m not gonna change

You can’t make me

You don’t mean anything to me

You’re what I never want to be

Tell me does it feel good to be like you

Tell me why should I waste my time with you

‘Cuz maybe you always bring me down

I’m sick of being pushed around

I’m not gonna change

You can’t make me

I know you think you know me

You don’t know anything

I know you want to help me

I don’t need anything

Don’t tell me where to go

I don’t need you to know

I admit, it was mainly… my dad’s fault. And Mine, for telling monkey about things, but God. . . . Anyone who has heard my dad talk for ages about something, can understand why i wanted to warn him–

we are a deadly combination– and he ran, like he should have. Good on ya. Too bad you took my heart with ya!