Must It Be Me

A young nice girl
A very pretty thing
In charge of her world
But it's just a ruse she shows to please the likes of me
Cause the thoughts in her head keep telling her she ain't the best.
In all her pain she tries to find the light she's scared she'll never find

A boy
He's not the cool kid type
He'd much rather be
In his room from the bullies and his parents twisted games
And he cries himself to sleep to wake up just to pray
Oh Lord why was I made this way, I'm bruised please take my life away

Why must it be me?
How fate can be so cruel right now
Useless selfish me
To want some peace, some sleep

A football star
Now he is forty four
With two kids and a wife
But his abuse caused them to walk out from his life
So he drinks to forget, got no house, got a debt
Causing to much strife
Being vocal at his local bar, 'bout the game that never got him far

Why must it be me?
How fate can be so cruel right now
Useless selfish me
To want some peace, some sleep



Credits
Writer(s): Haydn Dyer
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