All wound up Comfort In Compromise

A Desprite Man Leans Out A Window
It’s The Second Story
Hasn’t Learned His Lesson From The First
And He’s Convinced Himself That Life
Is Cynical, And Very Little To Hold Onto
And Nothing We Can Say Will Change His Mind

It’s Never Black And White
The Answers Hiding In The Middle
But You Find Comfort In Your Compromise
The Choices That You Make Are Final
You Don’t Get Another Chance

A Young Girl Lays In Bed
Her Body Raped Her Mind Is Racing
Has She Contracted A Disease, Or Worse
A Baby She Won’t Want To Keep
If It Has His Eyes, It Also Has It’s Mothers Despise
And Nothing We Can Say Will Make It Right