You know, I could just go on
Never forgive you and just keep on keeping on
It's not like I don't have good reason
To put you out season after season
And now oh-oh you know
Whoa those years are gone

You ripped up the book of my childhood
Maybe there's no one to blame
But I would like to give you back your shame
Cause I think that thirty-five years
Is long enough to keep it for you here
And now oh, oh, you know
Whoa those years are gone

You say you weren't thinking, just doing your drinking
You taught me I did not deserve
To be protected, respected or heard
Didn't I see what was lost
Or just who was paying your cost?
So let's lay this on the line
What you have taken was mine

You say you weren't thinking, just doing your drinking
You ripped up the book of my childhood

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Writer(s): Frazey Ford