I've been thinking about you this morning, my friend
The pure joy, I had being with you each day
You were right of course, finally ending it
I'd never appreciated women back then
Just seemed to fall in with the shallow crazies
It came I suppose, from too many beatings
Mother telling me I'm stupid, as a kid
I'd never amount to anything, she said
I don't know when my conscience, began to die
For what reason? Well, I can't remember why
When I was a teenager, it must have been
One day I woke up, and my gaze just went low
No real friendships, were in the cards for me then
Survival was my only thought, and where I'd live
I'd never respected women, never loved them
It was all about me, when the push came to shove
My heart breaks, thinking how it must have felt for you
To experience what it was like to be with me
(C) Copyrights G. Jones 2012
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