Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote about twenty-five years ago, tweaked slightly to reflect things I've learned.

©1981, 2007 James C. Taylor

I
Don't know how to lie
And I'm not
Going to let you teach me.

If
You've a change of heart,
Please don't even
Start to try to reach me.

You hit me where I live
And you did it without warning.
Well, I won't be here next year.
Not even in the morning.

You
Knew just what to do
If you wanted to
Go out and hurt me.

There
Are women elsewhere,
Ones who really care
And won't desert me.

You killed it off yourself;
You don't get to be in mourning.
And I won't be here next year.
Not even in the morning.

I didn't listen when they told me what you do
But now that lesson I have learned.
What happens from now on is strictly up to you
And I am not the least concerned.

I
Don't know how to lie
And I'm not
Going to let you teach me.

If
You've a change of heart,
Please don't even
Start to try to reach me.

You hit me where I live
And you did it without warning.
Well, I won't be here next year.
Not even in the morning.

No, I won't be here next year.
Not even in the morning.

Bump for the midi.