Byron Keith Taylor: Music

Are you still sorry?
Well, I don't care
I never said that I was fair
Can you imagine how I may feel?
Whatever we had, I guess was not real
(CHORUS)
Won't leave you tomorrow
Not even today
'Cause I'm through with talking about it
You can go your own way
there's no use denying the things that you've done
So pack up your bags, you can leave now
Tell me, did you have fun?
How dare you tell me to settle down?
I'm not the one who's screwing around
No explanation I want to hear
After you leave, I'll make a toast with my beer
(CHORUS)
Been a long time comin', now ther's no runnin' from what you tried to hide
I won't look for some redemption from your slow confession
I still have my pride
Won't leave you tomorrow