You Can’t Win This

I laid my back at a tree as to not get you scraped
I waged battles of anger to your adversaries
I swallowed my pride to make you comfortable
I scraped my palms on holding back my hands to form fists
I couldn’t have made a wrong turn when I was with you
I toiled my body for your pleasure
Fragile you may seem, meek to say the least
But to my shock, you gave it all to a stranger

I wanted you to be mine, so I took extra care

I built you up, you tore it down eventually
I exhausted every energy that this body has
To protect, to fight, to prepare
But you took it for granted…..you whore
I shouldn’t have done that…..you ain’t worth it
You seem to be at ease with people below your floor
I tried to swallow that ….pangs of pain bit my gut
I forgotten all the punches that you threw on your dawn’s day
I swallowed every sweat when you fuck somebody
Turned back at the ruins you made, prepared to start a new
But as soon as I let you slip again, you perform your perverted acts
I wonder if your tubes get calloused with the fornication you did
How do you expect me to hang on to such trashy situations
How do you expect me to go on with you when you sleep with them
How do you expect people will respect you when you slack to earn it
How do you expect yourself to be taken seriously when we’re all laughing
You can’t expect people to understand what you’re doing,
You can’t stop my wrath that I have cursed when I found out
You can’t stop your decay as long as I won’t
You can’t win this war that you started, you won’t.

March 18, 2000
11:42 a.m.
Alanis and a pack of cigarettes

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