Not Ready to Make Nice

My birthday is in a month! (Just sayin'.)

I was introduced to this song by my Dad today. Anyone who knows me or knows of some of what I have gone through recently will understand how much this song means to me right now... especially the past few weeks. He was determined I see it, sing along for him, and take it in. It made me cry and cheer at the same time.

Enjoy, I did....

Play it and read it:


  Not Ready To Make Nice (Dixie Chicks, 2006)



  Forgive, sounds good.

  Forget: I'm not sure I could.

  They say time heals everything,

  But I'm still waiting.



  I'm through with doubt:

  There's nothing left for me to figure out.

  I've paid a price,

  An' I'll keep paying.

I'm not ready to make nice;

I'm not ready to back down.

I'm still mad as hell,

An' I don't have time,  

To go round and round and round.



It's too late to make it right;

I prob'ly wouldn't if I could.

'Cause I'm mad as hell:

Can't bring myself,

To do what it is you think I should.

I know you said:

"Can't you just get over it?"

It turned my whole world around,

And I kind of like it.



I made my bed and I sleep like a baby,

With no regrets, and I don't mind sayin':

It's a sad sad story when a mother will teach her,

Daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger.

And how in the world can the words that I said,

Send somebody so over the edge,

That they'd write me a letter sayin' that I better,

Shut up an' sing or my life will be over?

I'm not ready to make nice;

I'm not ready to back down.

I'm still mad as hell,

An' I don't have time,

To go round and round and round.


It's too late to make it right;

I prob'ly wouldn't if I could.

'Cause I'm mad as hell:

Can't bring myself,

To do what it is you think I should.


(I'm not ready to make nice;)

I'm not ready to back down.

(Whoa, oh.)



I'm still mad as hell,

An' I don't have time,

To go round and round and round.



It's too late to make it right;  (To make it right.)

I prob'ly wouldn't if I could.

'Cause I'm mad as hell:

Can't bring myself,

To do what it is you think I should.



What it is you think I should.

Oooh, ooh.

Forgive, sounds good.

Forget: I'm not sure I could.

             

They say time heals everything,

But I'm still waiting.