so many times I ask myself why?
why did you play with my heart,
it’s on my mind I don’t understand why love is so blind.
when my heart gives up
an you don’t know why
cause I’m saying to you the same ole line,
it’s not you it’s me but we both know that’s a lie.
I ask so many times ,
why am I feeling like
I don’t exist it’s like
my world just took
a turn for the worse.
of course I hear it’s all my fault
I should’ve known to stay in my spot
an not stir the pot.
it’s my fault can you see her
it’s the monkey on her back
you’d thought you’d sit back an laugh.
you must havent had that monkey before?
trust me when I say that day I sponsored him some more
carrying him around
sure made me feel like a clown.
when I thought I knew
it turned out that the monkey had me shook
seeing things I’ve seen before it’s like dejuvue was this conspired from a perp
or was that monkey making me look like a jerk.
you say it ain’t so...