She wanted me to pray
To be the spiritual head
I told her she ought
to lead the way a while
Her self righteous
I did no wrong
It’s all my fault again
I don’t respect her
treat her in the way
she thinks she deserves
I fail that test
Don’t even want to try
But then again
There are those days
When in her eyes
I see the sun as it rises
the bride of my youth
who is the prize in my life
Tells me I’m Jekyll
No now I’m Hyde
The truth is all I know
That I am plain ole me
Predictable
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 1:33 AM UTC
She wanted me to pray
To be the spiritual head
I told her she ought
to lead the way a while
Her self righteous
I did no wrong
It’s all my fault again
I don’t respect her
treat her in the way
she thinks she deserves
I fail that test
Don’t even want to try
But then again
There are those days
When in her eyes
I see the sun as it rises
the bride of my youth
who is the prize in my life
Tells me I’m Jekyll
No now I’m Hyde
The truth is all I know
That I am plain ole me
Predictable
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