The Charade from Wild Wonders by Bijou Noir

I was made for something better than
To make my boss‘s boss’s boss’s boss’s boss rich
But I’m so caught up in all of this
That I don’t know just what it is

Our dreams stretch wider while our belts pull tighter
I’m not the fighter I was
The bills stack higher and I’m so damn tired
Of paying with my blood

I live with myself
And we try to get along and we
Work hard to keep up the charade
I lie in bed with the choices I’ve made and I
Sometimes I fall asleep unafraid

They say that good things come in threes
And bad ones come when they damn well please
So I take my punches
Taking punches is my only expertise

I live with myself
And we try to get along and we
Work hard to keep up the charade
I lie in bed with the choices I’ve made and I
Sometimes I fall asleep unafraid

I know I’m compromised
But I promise my promises aren’t lies
I know I’m compromised
But I promise my promises aren’t lies
Lies

Hope springs eternal and I’m
Sinking in the swamp from which it springs
No one ever likes to talk about the 41st day
And all the new kinds of trouble it brings
Oh but it bring that trouble on home

I live with myself
And we try to get along and we
Work hard to keep up the charade
I lie in bed with the choices I’ve made and I
Sometimes I fall asleep unafraid

I rest in your love and then
Wake up in your arms, I just
Wish I was good enough for you
You keep me true and I
Want that for you so I
Promise I’ll find a way out and through

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