BROKEN
( J. Wilson)
© Ochiltree 136 Publishing (2007)

I don’t have to say I’m sorry and you know I’m not the one
I’ve called your bluff from the beginning,
now the ruse has come undone

It’s this suitcase you’ve carried, down through the years
It’s getting bigger by the minute, heavy from the tears

Now you’re broken, broken
Never took the time to dig in the filth
Broken, broken
How can you give love, if you can’t love yourself?

And you’re so sanctimonious, always spoiling for a war
An iron fist in a velvet glove,
now hurt’s come chapping at your door

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From the Forthcoming Album: THE PEACEMAKER’S CHAUFFEUR