I’ve turned the other cheek
To endure the slap in the face
I’ve been there and done that
Some things time can not erase
Walk a mile in my shoes
Ha! You would never endure
Maybe stop to smell the roses
But nothing will remain pure
This old dog knows new tricks
So throw me a freakin’ bone
Jesus came? Good for him!
But I still walk alone
I’ll take off my rose colored glasses
Before my drinks are mixed
I don't think that I am broken
Why should I bother to be fixed
I have licked my wounds
I can now live and let live
But what makes me forget
Is why I should forgive
I’ve paid my dues
I’ve made the bed
I now lay upon
I have now come
To the end of the line
But I think this
Is my swan song
I’ll bury my head in the sand
Ignorance is such bliss
You can give with one hand
And take with the other

*But You Can’t Touch This!