This song wont be about how you hurt me emotionally and physically, thus changing the way I think and live my life. This song wont be about how you robbed me of feeling safe, of a loving and caring atmosphere, like feeling safe in, in my own home, and in my flabby skin. You may have brought to life my worst nightmares, but that is not of what I’ll speak in this song; A song not about you. A song not about you. A song not about how you’d make me feel, and that was miserable, and insecure, and feminine (And I don’t mean that in a good way.), and of course shitty (And I mean that in the most elegant sense.), in my song; A song not about you. A song not about you, and how you drug my name right through the mud when you left me for a guy half my age, or should I say a guy half your age. This song wont be about how you threatened me in the most terrible ways. Terrifying, there’s no denying. In fact understated, but true. If I could erase the time you slapped me in front of our daughters, crying in the back seat, and trying to sleep. It reminded me of the times my dad would slap my mom’s face. I would always say that I would leave in an instant if a man ever dared to lay his hands on me, but in that moment I was ashamed, because even then I knew that I loved him too much to wanna say goodbye. I was bad. How dare I call myself a dad when I couldn’t even muster up the energy to say goodbye; To say goodbye; To say goodbye, when it was time. No this song wasn’t a song about my time with you, and what you put me through. It’s not about you. It’s a song not about you, and what you put me through. It’s not about you. It’s not a song about you and how it took me far to long to shake you when we split. Trust that this is a song not about you.