SAME OLD MOLD

 

I believe I am finally learning that I do have choices

I can use better judgement when I hear all the voices

It’s OK to meet women and date ‘cause it’s fun     

It can just be playful, I don’t have to save anyone

 

I connect with women who have a sad sad song

All about how everyone has done them so wrong

I hear the many tales of how they have been pained

And of course, they deserve … none of the blame

                    

She’ll like me, if I make up, for other people’s behavior  

Oh yes, here I come, it is me  …. I am your savior 

Don’t be afraid of anything, ‘cause I’m here to please ya’

I’ve arrived with love, I’m your wounded heart anesthesia

 

We’re doing great, but once again, it’s not going to last

I’m pushed away, when they’re enveloped, by the pain from their past

In their heart, where wounds live, fear will always persist       

I get the silent cold shoulder as they suddenly become the bitch

 

Oh, how quickly they get angry and how quickly they get pissed

I join all the other people on the “You have hurt me” list

It feels like instant replay, I’ve been here many times before

I keep on trying until I can’t take being punished any more

                                     

This is what always happens and it brings about the end

It’s hard for me to believe that “here I am again”

I surely hope to God that I am finally starting to learn  

The love flame, from fears candle, is the love flame that will burn 

 

I now know that there is a better life for me

Realizing I have choices, my past won’t become my destiny

I’ve let go of my need to be the hero, it has truly gotten old

I no longer choose women from the same old mold

 

 

                                                                             © 2001 Jerome M. Waler

                                                                                 Montrose, CO

 

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