it just serves to blugdeon my futile tears
And I'm not use to this, I observe, I don't chase
So now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face
And the melodramas of my day delivery blows
that surpass your rejection it just goes to show
a simple attraction that reflects right back to me
so i'm not as into you as I appear to be
And although my pride's not easily disturbed
you sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
.-Amy Winehouse
