I’m Not Taking The Blame Anymore

I’m sick and tired Of all the fussing and fighting People always get hurt by words And they just end up crying All this he said she said shit Is just a bunch of bullshit and lying Anything is possible with the power of love Is what we like to say But that’s getting a little old And it’s starting to sound cliché Every single Sunday To the Lord I pray To save me from stabbing myself In the fucking face Walking on clouds could relax my soul But that’s just metaphorical How much longer will this continue to go on? The question is rhetorical I don’t want to fight no more I don’t even know what we are fighting for If this keeps up who knows what’s in store I’m tired of shouting my throat is sore Your small and insensitive remarks I’ll just try to ignore And if you’re waiting for an apology I have nothing to apologize for By Glenn McCrary © 2009 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)