right to wrong
You think you’re so smart.
You feel like you’re right.
You walk around happy
thinking she’s alright
But this is one truth we need to unwind
You lie to her and think she doesn’t know
You tell her one thing but mean another
You say you’ll come home at eight,
but you show up tomorrow,
meanwhile she’s on her bed suffering
You say you’ll help out,
but make a bigger mess
For her to clean over
Can’t you see her wallow in pain?
What can you possibly gain?
To me it’s worse than a shame
You think she doesn’t know
about how you have fun.
Not like the others running on grass
No, you mess with another kind of green
You really think she doesn’t see?
The headaches she gets
Are more expected from
Than you doing right from wrong
Of course she gave you life.
But you’re slowly taking hers.
And what’s goanna happen
When she’s gone and were alone.
Are you going to change?
Fix your life and rearrange?
Too bad it’ll be far from late.
When you lost it all,
For nothing to gain.
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