Racing through my mind
The painted picture is like a children’s rhyme
Of rumors flying high
And I wonder who am I, who am I
Their immaturity speaks volumes and
Turns my red heart blue
Insulting her pride and my consciousness
With things she shouldn’t do
And I wonder who are you, who are you
What’s the question
Here’s the answer
I am ready
I do
Going nowhere
Getting nothing
Next to no one
I do
I do, I do, I do, I do
She’s like a puzzle and no pieces fit
Yet I can’t resist
Lacking a quality that makes her strong
She knew it all along
It sometimes lingers on, lingers on
I like to sympathize although it’s rare
Because it’s so unfair
Her family structure is like a broken back
I want to glue the crack
It’s a sad unstable fact, it’s a fact
What’s the question
Here’s the answer
I am ready
I do
Going nowhere
Getting nothing
Next to no one
I do
I do, I do, I do, I do