A cute poem for anyone who's had this line used on them. I was 15 when I wrote this.
|"It's not you, it's me."
That's what your first ex said.
Then the next day she was married
to some guy by the name of Fred.
Then what did the next one say?
(As if you didn't know.)
"It's not you, it's me,"
then just said she had to go.
The third, you said, was eager
to pack her stuff and leave.
So the first thing that came to mind was
"It's not you, it's me."
As the fourth to me you laid your hopes
of a true romance to be.
Well, Baby, It's been one hell of a month,
but it's not you, it's me.