In this kitchen sink drama
that we call our life
you stand in front of me
pointing a knife.
I tell you it’s not true and
plead for your forgiveness
the story you have heard
I swear is fictitious.
How could you ever believe
I would be unfaithful,
that you are my wife
I will be eternally grateful.
Lies have been spread by
people who want us to part,
they very same ones
who were against us from the start.
Pause now before you do
something you will regret,
put that knife away
and I’ll promise to forget.
For if you don’t you are
playing into their hands
and they’ll be overjoyed
you acted on their command.
Who wins when you are in jail
and I’m in the ground,
it will all be too late then
when the truth is eventually found.
