Just Thinking...

...thinking always got you into trouble... I was just thinking, if you were a sick man, you just might do a sick thing. It would be perfect... the way your cards have been played. Perfect to hide your cravings that you are so ashamed. This is what I think... too afraid to say. As silently I pray tomorrow it won't be too late. And if you ever read this- What will I say when you ask, "If I were a sick man, what would I do?" That's when at that moment I would take the gun from you. If I were a sick woman I just might do a sick thing. You've always said I was mental Maybe you'll be the reason to blame... Once from those walls, your brains I'll sit and scrape.... ...till a body might walk in So they can see What I've done to you. Then I'd let them take the gun only to make them shoot it at me So they could feel through my death What you've done to me. This was just something I was just thinking.