(T. Sly/C. Shiflett/M. Riddle/R. Koff)
I couldn't understand why you left me
standing here
flickering out like a candle in the wind
memories are laced with shame
there's no intention of working out the
problem that remains the same
Little children standing in the hall
never taught them anything at all
if you were young again, would you do
it different?
or keep on making your way trying to
find the fiction in the fact of life?
Try to believe the words that you said to
me are true
but something else assures me I'm
not through
been denied so many times and
so I'm told to
sit back and ignore the truth,
enjoy the ride
Never took a hand with her to school
take a guess then tell us who's the fool
and you're not supposed to be my
responsibility
maybe someday you'll regain your pride
and realize life is too short not to try...
Does anybody care?