He forgives only
When it is convenient
All the while
Telling how lenient
He really is
You hear his voice
on the phone, soft n mellow
The other side thinking
What a wonderful fellow
He really is
He hangs up and looks at you
With those piercing eyes
A Jekyll turns to Hyde
Without compromise
That's what he really is
But he claims innocence
That he's a pawn
A game twisted in so many hands
And he's all alone
He really is
But his time has come to choose
Pity be the choice be you or him
He knows there's no way he can lose
So the choice becomes pretty dim
That's what it is
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