Were you to trace my path
Were you to do the bitter math
You’d find me to not be the man
Everybody thinks I am.
It’s an embarrassing truth
An eye for eye, tooth for tooth
Testify I was as wrong
As a winter's night is long.
I gotta come clean here to you.
I guess it’s the right thing to do.
I was so smart, but didn’t have a clue.
My story’s an ugly one, but it’s true.
I want to be an decent man
I’d like to say I took a stand
But when push came to shove
I did only what I love.
Forgive me, young child
For my bent to the careless wild
And the reckless way I act
The way I substitute lies and fact.
I gotta come clean here to you.
I guess it’s the right thing to do.
I was so smart, but didn’t have a clue.
My story’s an ugly one, but it’s true.
Find another path to go
And don’t think I’d ever know
The right way from wrong
Because, for me, it was just a song.
I apologize for the man I am
I guess I didn’t much give a damn
About leaving a decent legacy for you.
It isn’t right, but God help me, it’s true.
I gotta come clean here to you.
I guess it’s the right thing to do.
I was so smart, but didn’t have a clue.
My story’s an ugly one, but it’s true.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Confession's Lament
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, July 14, 2015
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