I'm tired of telling 'No there was nothing there'
I know I'm stubborn beyond words
But I'm not in denial
This I'm sure.

I know I shouldn't cave in
But I have nothing in this whole wide world,
Just privacy
And I guard it like my life,
Or like my Padalecki,
Have I sinned for doing that?
Now you tell me.

I hope this is not the end
(Monsieur A, don't smirk!)
And be very merry happy people.
Make sure you do.

Good if you don't understand this
Because I never understood your jealousy;
Your questions about us;
Your assumptions about us;
The rumour flying around about us;
Je ne comprend pas.

I'm just effing, frigging tired...