My Own

Are you trying to make me sad?

Want to keep me on my toes?

I’m not the best you’ve ever had, but you say I’m pretty close.

Are you trying to make me sad?

Jealousy is a powerful force.

You’re the best I’ve ever had.

But you’re not mine and I’m not yours.

The birds all sing in blue now that summer is over.

They’ll move south and so will you.

You did wrong but you made it seem right.

Moonlight or sunshine, morning or night time.

I choose to be alone, to be my own.