Do I look that much like a fool?
I'll never know why you would prefer a garden tool over a jewel.
The old me no longer exists.
I plan to live life in total bliss.
With or without you it doesn't matter.
My happiness and that of my babies is my constant battle.
Remembering who I was while redefining who I am
Focusing on where I am going and what I am destined to be
I can no longer wait on you to decide what you need.
I have held you up so long my back has began to plead.
For relief from this weight that I've chosen to carry
The same weight I must return to you or bury
Along with the hurt and pain I've chosen to endure.
But from my path I will no longer detour.
I must follow my dreams so that I have no regrets.
No longer can resentment or hostility in my heart rest.
If your ready to carry your portion of the load
We can guide the angels we were given to destinies untold.
But...
If excuses you continue to give.
The life that you are use to you will no longer exist!
So tell me...no better yet show ME!
