I Will Wait – Mumford & Sons
Dear Mister Bully,
[Part 1]
I see you have problems with my current relationship status, ending up as single? And how convenient for you to make this a joke on me, and on the face.
Frankly, and most sincerely, this is not the first time and ain’t the only subject you mouth crapp-ed.
First thing first, my life or no one else’s is any of your business (Emphasis added).
Sadly, our schools and colleges don’t teach stuff like ‘How To Talk. Behave.’ but character tells.
Anyway, I’d like to talk about you a bit — YOUR WAY!
Here’s to you as asked; my resume.
True, I am happily single. Are you?
True, I have dated amazing and beautiful girls, you can only wish for — at least this life.
True, I have tested my fears picking up on girls only you wish you had ballazacks to even dream doing.
And for your record, this doesn’t mean I play with feelings. I don’t. Instead, I have held their many secrets, their extraordinary stories in these arms, dearly, caringly — all tucked inside my memory bottle, scintillating, kindled and locked forever.
Likewise, in need, I have been lucky to be able to give them a man’s shoulders to grieve upon. In need, I have been lucky to be able to share some warm-welcoming wit; support them in lightning up their world a little. Permission asked! Have you?
Unlike you, I don’t moan, I do not rant about being single. But Oh boy, you had me here.
Unlike you, I do not propose every beautiful girl around or over the internet.
Unlike you, I don’t build a castle in the air. I work.
And above all, above all … I don’t cheap talk about girls like you do, you vulture.
[Part 2]
Yes, most certainly, I was a loser, once the heartbroken banana. Sure, I had long forgotten those abominable things of the past, but you dug it on me, didn’t you?
You pathetic wag who hides behind one or two quotes someone much much wiser than yourself bespoke. Sure, you speak big and know as much little as big BIG, you ignorant, self-obsessed, egocentric, Know-It-All lunatic.
To keep this feud short, all I’d say is — I have learned and measured my ways by experiencing things, by doing stuff. Not by wasting my time on trash talks like you did then … like you do even today!
And lastly, I hope you are reading this Mister. And look at yourself in the mirror and ask what you think I miss in me only to wish you had had on you, in you.
Again, one final request — Like I said, look yourself closely in the mirror ten-thousand and infinite time over, learn to weigh in your words before you speak anything, anything at all. For take, this — Plato once pointed out, “Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.”
You see, I do not take pride in what I wrote here. It neither defines the whole who I am, nor yourself. I am just pissed at your ignorance, your deafness, dumbness.
p.s. Here's a flying finger to you and your self-made life's philosophy, you twat! p.p.s.Something's burning here. Anger. Apologies for slangs. Sorry but not sorry. Enjoy the song!