What to do, what to do, what do I do with my life and what do I do with you. You can’t be righteous, you can’t tell the truth, tell me what am I supposed to do?
Should I tell you were through, when I’m sitting here 8 months pregnant by you? Tell me what I’m supposed to do.
Tell me how to do it and when I should, tell me if you were I then you would, leave your butt because you’re really no good.
Tell me what to do with your lies I keep, tell me how I can get a good nights sleep, tell me that you are worth counting all these sheep; Tell me you won’t be the reason that I get weak, tell me that I won’t give in to defeat.
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