sometimes life is so cruel that it seems intentional
and i know when you're on that ledge you can act unconventional
but i know...i know...i know exactly where you've been
i've found my way out just to fall to the same things again
i know, i know, i know exactly where you've been.
you had your mind made up when you left on a sunday afternoon
i pray, theres something bigger out there that's watching after you.
when your daughter looks in your eyes
does she see a martyr or does she see a lie?
you ain’t as strong as you think that you are pretending nothing’s
going wrong…but neither am i.
but i know, i know, i know exactly where you've been.
emptiness and pain, happiness and hope,
I tried swallowing the keys but it gets trapped in my throat
You’re daughters beautiful, too bad her mom don’t love her dad
f*cked up and pitiful, back track on every chance you had
You live inside a lie that you’d leave if you have a chance
You’re husband’s such a fool; father only from circumstance
Meanwhile I live inside a pool of regret
And I keep trying to drown myself, but I can’t even get wet
I can’t cry myself to sleep, so it’s been years since I’ve slept
I’m half a man without you and I hate the half that is left.
Mrs Mata, dear Mrs. Mata >>>fades>>> Mrs. Martyr, Dear Mrs Martyr