Ruby - Astari Boedikoentjara
Let’s just face it:
There’s no such thing as unconditional love.
Either Billy Joel or Bruno Mars –
or perhaps some who do the cover versions,
somebody must be lying when they sing:
“Just the way you are.”
I’ve learned a lot
just from your betrayal.
No wonder trust is expensive.
No point in calling me paranoid.
I’ve added more bricks to my wall,
Don’t mind me
I’m just being a little girl
This song is sappy
It couldn’t be worse
It’s him
Didn’t you hear me say ‘no’?
When you first asked me
to do what you wanted me to
and become whom you thought I should be,
I even declined politely
A spiteful little man
started his day with a mean comment
saying women with makeup are stupid
wasting their fortunes on expensive tidbits
A quick way for an attention-seeker
The word is out
Now they know what you’re all about
No more doubts
It’s just you and your big mouth
You’re freaking out
I’m enjoying my silence as you fall
I could do the dance and amuse them all
No, I’m staying still
waiting for the news
before going in for the kill
Are you an urban youngster, a yuppie, or a Cassanova-wannabe?
I think you’re all three,
desperately trying to convince
your amused audience
that you’re such a catch
to women all around this busy town
You may associate white
with beauty or purity
All I see is what looks empty
like a page or a canvass
for a writer or a painter
I am sick to death of you
turning her all black and blue
taking over her already tortured soul
making her feel less than whole
I’ve had it with you
Like a vehicle with a quarter of petrol in your tank
or the last 50 in your bank account
Like a tired athlete after a marathon,
groaning at another round
Like an endless conversation
I’d like to call your bluff
after you’ve implied I wasn’t good enough
even after all I’ve done
Everybody’s replacable
at some point, inevitable
