Ill have a bet, what odds you dont get it?


The Friends Advice

Dear Nora,
 

I should have written earlier
When I heard you were in despair
Never mind his Ill have a bet on that garbage
The way he treats you sends me into a rage
You have to leave that evil man
Get out as soon as you can

Do you honestly think he would be asking
If he wasn't lying in his pride basking?
It was his ego he wanted caressed
To know he can make you distressed.
Your own words half-chewed as you eat
Them, and apologise while kissing his feet
His confidence and arrogance now grows
Watered by your words, the minds hose
Cautious responses to his nightly inquest
As he ends the torture, saying it was in jest
Come on girl, give you back-side a kick
Your wounds are over your lick
Are you to let this continue to maim
Your reputation, your dreams and your name?
Its time for you to venture outside
Your comfort zone and rescue your pride
Broaden horizons and start a new quest
Give your nerves and existence a rest
Put an end to his mind games and sleaze
End his ability to torment and to tease
To control what you're allowed to get up to
Smooth talking and guilt are his voodoo
Getting inside you in any possible way
Dr Manipulation and his guilt-tripping x-ray
The final point is; its still up to you
The cage door is open in this zoo

The internal promise

Ok, you are right I will confront him tonight
Have the courage to give him an ultimatum today
Tell him, I deserve to be treated right
And if he doesn't change, I will leave right away.

The confrontation

So you're home, do you know its half past four
You've promised you'd never do this before
Do you know I know your face like the back of my hand
As others crawl around another face on the clock?
Torture counting the egg timers grains of sand
And time wont tell; of course. It cant talk
Do you know I always lie wondering where you went
Worrying what the next grains will bring
Time is one and a half times well spent
I am pleading for the phone to ring
Or to hear your taxi answer my prayers
Followed by your footsteps on the stairs
But I usually know I have more chance
Of waking beating getting my hopes to up
Imagining I see you enter the room when I glance
My mind deserving the imagination world cup
But you know Ive been there before
And you probably will open that door
To our flat and my unlocked heart
So my hopes and reality are no longer apart
Enough. now I have an ultimatum to deliver
And this threat holds for ever
True, Ive been too many times before
And my heart is still bleeding sore
From the way that you deprive
Me of the love that I offer and possess
The next time when you eventually arrive
I will have departed this flat and your cruelness

The response

Ill have a bet on that.
Why don't you focus on cutting down the fat
Ill have a wager you'll go nowhere and that you'll stay
You've got to stop listening to what your daft friend has to say
I read the letter she sent you crumpled in the bin
You should focus on trying to get thin
They just seemed like words thrown together
Don't smirk at me as if you think you are clever
You honestly think that it contain some advice?
I'll have a bet it didn't. Just name your price!

Setting the scene

Déjà vu and roll on twenty four hours
Jack rocks home to his apartment towers
Its half past five this time, were talking morning
Around two AM, Nora stopped waiting on the phone to ring

The letter left on the mantelpiece

Alphabet, twenty six to one. Now you understand
Why don't you get that letter back out the garbage
From this point onward I am not at your command
I will no longer be the focal point of your uncontrollable rage.
Look again at the words and perhaps you will note
While you choke on the words as they are stuffed back down your throat
Don't come looking for me, as the person you will find
Has taken heed of the advice and experienced a chameleons mind
Instead try reading between the lines and let the lesson sink in
To hopefully act as a catalyst before you return it to the bin.

Do you honestly think you would be Asking
If you weren't lying in you pride Basking?
It was your ego you wanted Caressed
To know you can make me Distressed
My own words half-chewed as I Eat
Them, and apologise while kissing your Feet
Your confidence and arrogance now Grows
Watered by your words, the minds Hose
Cautious responses to your nightly Inquest
As your ends the torture, saying it was all in Jest
You'll see, Ive given my back-side a Kick
My wounds are over my Lick
I am not letting this continue to Maim
My reputation, my dreams and my Name?
Its time for me to venture Outside
My comfort zone and rescue my Pride
Broaden horizons and start a new Quest
Give my nerves and existence a Rest
Put an end to your mind games and Sleaze
End your ability to torment and to Tease
To control what I am allowed to get Upto
Smooth talking and guilt are your Voodoo
Getting inside me in any possible Way
Dr Manipulation and your guilt-tripping Xray
The final point is; its not up to You
The cage is now empty in this Zoo

Yours not forever,

Nora no longer the outsider Higgins