Carmen Cilla Cook

Wish I could make it better
A mother tells a crying child, with a scraped up knee that’s bleeding, it’s okay though never mind.
Wish I could make it better
Says your best friend from your school, when a love has ripped your heart out, and you just feel like a fool
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Hold no guilt, from the life that one built
Those walls are thin, and often cave in
Support lines are short, for they can’t be bought
One can’t return, and this time have learned
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Who is there singing a sweet lullaby
Who is there when you think that you can fly
Who is there when you run right out of milk
Who is there brushing your hair till its turns to silk
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Are you feeling the water, that boils in the pot
Can you feel that dam temperature getting real hot
Are you watching him talking, with finesse and such charm
But you wish you could only inflict pain and much harm
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Look at a photo of you and me,
what is it there that you can see?
An uncle, an aunt, a child, a wife
Always a part of someone’s life
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I wonder why, I met this guy
That said he’d never tell a lie
I wonder why, I took huge risks
To end up on his hit man lists
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For Kelly
We met one day in town
From then I needed him around
So head over heels in love with him
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Here I lay and quietly pray
The wind is a blowin, ’ and the sky is grey
Mother Nature is a pushin, ’ wish this wind would go away
Heavy is the Burden, hanging right above me
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Dedicated to Shaley


Without you, no blood is carried through my veins,
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Make a decision it’s totally yours
The final choice, is to you for your call
Go here, no go there
Wear this sweater, change that hair
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So many years have passed us by
Since that sad day we said goodbye
To reunite upon this night
Would feel so good just not to fight
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Were you born with all this wisdom?
Did it come with your baptism?
So they say it’s in his blood
The sensibility just seems to flood
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So take a breath and make it deep
Why, you could do this in your sleep
Just pull to front the happy card
Whats wrong, write something, why’s this so hard
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