I'm just an open book ready to be read
But you must take the time to look and remember what I said
Have some kind of clue as to what I feel inside
Not just some idea judged from the outside
Don't mis-diagnose the situation here
Take time and read until everything is clear
Or am I the one that can't understand
Blind, in coherent and keeps missing the newsstand
Not seeing the paper with the all important headlines
Lost and confused resting on the sidelines

What's the problem inside of me
That makes me think this way
I thought ahead but I thought wrong
And now I don't know what to say

Why do you stay with me if this is how I act
I'm beginning to feel every fight's slightest little impact
I'm not saying I'm never wrong
I'm just saying you weren't right all along
Your assults on me have taken their toll
I've done my time, I want out on parole
I'm trying to do better, trying to change my ways
But I'm not getting any better unless I'm show some kind of praise
Some kind of restitution to show your appreciation
Some kind of anything to help me before I worsen

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