There's one thing,
I hate to say,
I don't want to say,
And I'm not going to say.
I hate to say,
I don't want to say,
And I'm not going to say.
There's one thing,
That bother my mind,
I can't figure out,
Why do you cross my mind?
That bother my mind,
I can't figure out,
Why do you cross my mind?
I never touched you,
But I have loved you,
I said I don't like you,
But that's not true.
But I have loved you,
I said I don't like you,
But that's not true.
Weird it is,
Even I never knew,
I thought it was hate,
But I think it is fear, up to date.
Even I never knew,
I thought it was hate,
But I think it is fear, up to date.
Strange you are,
You figured it out,
You stayed away,
But always cared.
You figured it out,
You stayed away,
But always cared.
There came a time,
When there was no fear,
When you were around,
There came a time,
When you left a tear,
With my mother's call,
I hate to say,
What she had to say,
That "Jenny is dead".
When there was no fear,
When you were around,
There came a time,
When you left a tear,
With my mother's call,
I hate to say,
What she had to say,
That "Jenny is dead".
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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