So here we are again
Never a world of sense
Survived a million wrongs
Two foolish women sit there crying
Always some lover's games
Their chances lost in questions
Not even answers free them
No tears to dry their sorrow
They keep sighing
You don't need me
At all, not the wrongs, not the laws
Need no wisdom
When messiahs rely on misery
A newborn baby boils
Her eyes expose compassion
Her smile, stained reflections
Of another life I wish to hold onto
Her innocence a prestation
Her love she'd give to fools
Her eyes not a clue
All I can do is sit here whining
You don't need me
At all, not the wrongs, not the laws
Need no wisdom
When messiahs rely on misery