2 years gone by, since I sat here with the dead
back then, I could not get you outta my head
drove by the Battery where I used to run
when I was depressed, while you had your fun
you liked that girl, but it's all just the same
you want their attention, it's just a dumb game
I'm over you, and you don't even know
because you're in a cycle and you'll never grow
you're like the dead that are locked in these graves
you don't know Him, the only one who saves
you try to rescue these girls from themself
by hoarding up money and using your wealth
then you complain that they're after your money
well, what do you expect with that attitude Honey?
but you can't change them or save them from fear
because you're not God's gift to women my dear.
I will say this though, I pray for you each night
I hope you escape from your endless fight
I hope you come to understand what is love
it's a gift filled with joy and it comes from above