Your sonnet, br Your cry br and your beautiful work br Is whats going to make me forget br about where you were with her? br br Your grin, br your hug br and your 'poems from above' br Is supposed to make me forget about br your secret love br br So you think a little Shakespeare, Neruda or br creation of your own br Is going to let me be ok with the road that you chose? br br Well, Shakespeare, I am not a character from your play br I am not Juliet, and I will not beg you to stay br This is not a skit that you can do over again, br though Im not Lady Macbeth, I am not conceited br I wont be your Hilary and you're name is not Bill br and you are not my fate, I dont have to deal with it br You may roll with the cutest of girls after dawn br but this scene is over, and my part has long gonebr br Her Name Is Taylorbr br