Tuesday, May 31, 2011

They will do what they must do




Yeah it's true
But only in part
Actions best forgotten of a desperate heart
And it hurts
This salt in the wound
But what compels them to spend their time bothering you

Don't let them touch you baby
Don't let them make you cry
Don't you waste your time
Trying to find the reason why
They will do what they must do

Yeah it's strange
That vicarious choir
Ever searching for a stage where they might sing higher
And they share
The generous souls
But nothing gets in the way of a story untold

It's not fair
The only intention's to hurt
Always there
The strategy's rumors and dirt

Don't let them touch you baby
Don't let them make you cry
Don't you waste your time
Trying to find the reason why
They will do what they must do

3 comments:

Randal Graves said...

Word verification: scent, of something annoying (hopefully not unsettling, a worse prospect), I'd wager. Although this one's in red.

Anonymous said...

i curse them, my wife prays for them, maybe you can do both?

thatgirl said...

I try to do more of the latter than the former, but it's very very hard...