The Story of Us
So many nights I was on that stage,
shaking my a*s for money.
So many nights on that pole,
looking for my honey.
I ate my beans,
and shoveled snow.
I drank every night,
and became a sideline ho.
Trying to find love in my purple haze,
I couldn't see,
the errors of my ways.
Then one night,
you appeared.
It was that moment,
that the purple haze had cleared.
I fell so hard,
and called you my Savior.
I'm so sorry,
for my unjust behavior.
I didn't write "Dear Dad" on a whim,
it's just that when I look in the mirror,
I see him.
Now,
can you connect the pieces of my broken heart?
Do you see,
why I fell apart?
By: Roy Quebedeaux
shaking my a*s for money.
So many nights on that pole,
looking for my honey.
I ate my beans,
and shoveled snow.
I drank every night,
and became a sideline ho.
Trying to find love in my purple haze,
I couldn't see,
the errors of my ways.
Then one night,
you appeared.
It was that moment,
that the purple haze had cleared.
I fell so hard,
and called you my Savior.
I'm so sorry,
for my unjust behavior.
I didn't write "Dear Dad" on a whim,
it's just that when I look in the mirror,
I see him.
Now,
can you connect the pieces of my broken heart?
Do you see,
why I fell apart?
By: Roy Quebedeaux
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