Wool Over My Eyes Written by: Jim J. Barakat You had your chance so go bite the dust. You fucked me then like you fucked him now. And I should feel sorry like you should feel bad; like he should hate me; like I should kill you? And I left my love tied up in trust; that doesn’t even cover most of my mistakes. You are number one on that list and everything that follows don’t mean shit. I believe that what you have in store is coming even sooner than you think. My apathy can only fool you so long, but you need a better lesson and I’m not some teacher. Did you think I was crass? Did you think I’d be mad? I’m just embarrassed by the way you look at me now. Pull out those eyes so you can’t see my face. You haven’t earned that privilege and you probably never will. I’ll confine my thoughts; you won’t even know. Show me that skin and the dirt underneath. With the lies you live and the games you play; you’re gonna get fucked by them someday. Now you have me back and it’s not the same. Should I follow in your tracks right down that path? Making up for the time I spent alone; feeding off this sin you put in me. But I won’t feel sorry and you won’t feel bad; we’ll make amends and get over this. And I still have my love tied up in trust while I remain your number one mistake. I’ll confine my thoughts; you won’t even know. Show me that skin and the dirt underneath. With the lies you live and the games you play; you’re gonna get fucked by them someday. ©2008
