How bout no

I’d rather not read your silly book,
Or waste time dreaming of what was.
I won’t sadly sigh because
I made the most of how I looked.

You say their love was false, untrue?
You say what I chose I’d regret?
But I lived well, took the best I could get—
And that sure wasn’t you.

So no, I won’t bend beside the glowing bars,
Because your love so “true” has gone,
I’m glad to see you’ve moved along,
‘Cause I still don’t know who you are.