Something about a crying willow tree.
Blah blah blah bullshit what you claim to be
I have nothing more to say or do
I'm not wasting
I don't want to hear your name
I will let you shame my name.
Are you trying to believe your lies
I think that you do
With more and more lies keeping the truth well hid
Did you ever think that maybe I was right
Or do you think I said those things to you out of spite?
Truth be told it strikes me as odd
And you will answer to your God
There's no reason for the charade
Only a child likes a child's game.
