Rye Bread

Don’t you worry your pretty little head about me
Been two weeks and did you think about me

I wish I could say, I’m moving on
I’m trying and I know, it’s taking too long

You were dense and delicious the opposite of hurt
And everything I thought I wanted until I realized you weren’t

So don’t you worry your pretty little head about me
It’s no use and you can keep your sorry

I wish I could say, I’m moving on
but I’d be lying, I’m still not that strong

By Monica Daniels