Mr. Know It All

On my way home from practice this morning, this song was playing in the car:

Mr. Know It All
Well ya think you know it all
But ya don't know a thing at all
Ain't it, ain't it something y'all
When somebody tells you something 'bout you
Think that they know you more than you do
So you take it down another pill to swallow

Mr. Bring Me Down
Well ya, ya like to bring me down, don't you?
But I ain't laying down, baby, I ain't goin' down
Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be
Nobody's gonna make a fool out of me
Baby, you should know that I lead not follow

Oh you think that you know me, know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely
'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me

And during the chorus, I started to cry. That's right, to this goofy Kelly Clarkson song, specifically that last line. Because there's nothing more tragic, in a breakup, then no longer getting to know the person you loved so dearly and no longer having them know you.

Except, perhaps, the feeling of wasted potential. That's a hard one too...