I Still Love You


Ev’rytime we speak, you’re twistin’ in the knife,
killin’ with suspicion, questionin’ each day my life.
Cock-sure of my guilt, don’t believe my innocence,
preachin’ to deaf ears, ragin’ with suspicious bent.

I know exactly what it is, that I have to do,
but I can’t leave, I cannot go, because

I still love you.

I’m holier than Jesus, but you’re bearin’ some old grudge,
maybe you’ve forgotten, judge not lest ye be the judged.
Patience is a virtue, bu’-you’re no’ go’n’-to forgive.
should jump an’ cut my losses, hangin’ on this frigid cliff.

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CHORUS

Blamed for a thousand crimes,
servin’ out my jail time.

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©16.7.2019 Andrew Robert Chapman

killin’ with suspicion, interferin’ with my life.
words fall on deaf ears, rage from suspicious bent.


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