pushing towards a new path of heaven beyond my dreams
i know that nothing truly is exactly as it seems
all of this inclusion with its ins and its outs
have me trying to know what this inclusions all about
are you looking for me to add you into my mix
of broken hearts and memories or am i here just for kicks
i get tired and i'm weary from the manners and the ways
or the lack thereof that just keeps me amazed
frustration will not push me to move on and rush in life,and i will not rush the unlived chapters of why i was his wife
what's his is mine what's mine is mine, a sad game to play
the spoiled lil girl... forcing him to have it my way
how can i break away being who i want to be
when all that i require comes thru us being we
i have nothing to bring to the table
but an open heart that's far too willing and seldom truly able