LYRIC FOR SALE

By Ann Trabucco

Time on your watch, with no wiggle room,
You let it all fade like the scent of perfume.
There’s a quota on patience and tolerance too,
A one-man show that revolved around you!

CHORUS:
What were you thinking showing up at the door?
Denial of everything you chose to ignore,
Reroute your direction and find your own space,
What you once thought was worthy, you may never replace!

Did you truly believe that life adhered to your rules?
Self-absorption is really the logic of fools!
It’s wise to play fairly and keep feelings in check,
And best to stay clear of an emotional wreck!

What were you thinking with your every suggestion?
No options when compromise was out of the question,
Rethink your strategies, your motives and dreams,
Avoid tearing priceless fabric at seams!
(REPEAT CHORUS)