with rough hands.

It never ceases to amaze me how many songs women sing as sort of a testament to the men, or more so boys, who have hurt them so deeply. I thought that eventually these songs would end. That people would learn from them. That these words would matter. I think I set my hopes too high for this one. After all, the boys who cause this pain would never think to listen to such music. Or rather, to take the time to understand it.

Regardless,

"Long were the nights when the days once revolved around you
Counting the footsteps, praying the floor won't fall through
Again.
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
but I swore I was fine

You paint me a blue sky
And go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game but you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight
Well I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
Should have known
Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Maybe it's you and you're sick need to give love and take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret who I ignored when the said run as fast as you can."



Grade 9, I don't miss you at all.