what were you thinkingI got a right to askis there a reasonother
than your pasta great pretenderwhy was I the last to seethrough
your SKINis there a chance you'll ever
changeChorusit's always the sameyou're always to
blameis there any way around thisI can't seeyou walked out
on heryou planned to be freeI'm trying to point the
fingerbut it's killing mewhat were you thinkingwhere you
thinking of medid you see what they wroteon the family treeI
know it's all overall in the pastI need to forgive you?if
I'm the last-will I ever changeChorusChorustake these
piecesthrown awayput them together fromnight 'n'
daywashed by the sundried by the rainto be my fatherin
fatherless days