your memory serves you but mine is so lame
it bothers you still so please tell me again
who took your lunch box and who smashed your toy
who failed to hug you when you were a boy
who broke your heart and who yellowed your tooth
who sapped your energy, who stole youth
who who who who
and who wasn't there when you needed him so
who made you clean up and shovel the snow
who was a meany and who was a Grinch
who took a mile when you gave him an inch
who who wbo who
what is the reason you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back just the same
let out the anger and cut loose the pain
grab onto love, baby, run from this city of blame
who didn't choose you for kickball that day
who left you stranded to walk all that way
who took your Christmas and who stole your pride
who locked the door and then left you outside
in the rain
who robbed your innocence, who stole your crown
promised the moon and took off at sundown
the memories haunt us though we may forgive
forgetting is hard 'cause it is what it is
who took your hopes and your dreams to the floor
a bubble-gum ring when you needed much more
and who said "I Do" with two fingers crossed
then dumped you for somebody better, but sauced
what is the reason you must take the shame
tell it to get off your back just the same
let out the anger and cut loose the pain
grab onto love, baby, run from this city of blame.
1 comment:
Ah, some original "Gina" at last. It has been awhile. I've missed it. This is a wonderful poem with a great message. How have you been?
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