It really isn't living
yeah, this thing that we're doing
it's unfair
I may be forgiving
but you're pushing us to ruin
you don't care
The pulling and the prying
"where ya been all night?"
is just too much
The scheme you've been tryin
has you crumble in the fight, and
i'm no crutch
But you're cleaning out the cupboards
leaving everything you own on the bedroom floor
and baby i know you're stubborn
but you've never seen me hold my own before
I'm clearing out your shelf
you think you're something else
that i could not resist
Ooo...i didn't sign up for this
I wont be your backbone
i'm not your mother, no
certainly not your maid
i thought you were full grown
when i invested brother
i overpaid
Your chances aren't infinite
with everything you do
i'm on the run
this time my word is definite
you're time is through
and mine's just begun
Thursday, May 6, 2010
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