(Julia Fordham)
|
|
My rose tinted glasses are incredible
|
Blinding me to the inevitable
|
Coloring my judgment like a jumbo pack of pens
|
Like the ones you buy for birthday's
|
For children of your friends
|
|
My inner guide was screaming look out beware
|
I silenced Miss Righteous with one stony glare
|
Figuring what would she know anyway
|
Yet thanks to her I'm standing her
|
Defiantly today
|
|
I was clearly guilty
|
Of only being able to see
|
The good you did for me
|
|
My white flag was flying in the wind
|
Though you had no heard for surrendering
|
On we marched regardless for reason's still unknown
|
Sometimes the wrong thing
|
Seems so much better than being alone
|
|
I was clearly guilty
|
Of only being able to see
|
The good you did for me
|
|
Is this a good time to mention
|
Some where contemplating
|
An earthly intervention
|
We're all blessed with 20/20 hindsight
|
You're just another thing
|
I didn't quite get it right
|
|
I was clearly guilty
|
Of only being able to see
|
The good you did for me
|
|
-----------------
|
Guilty
|
| Julia Fordham |
