Running Around

 

Running Around

 

 

 

It’s not a sin to be broken hearted

 

because the one I put my trust in ran

 

around with a friend of mine.

 

 

 

I swear, every word I say is exact,

 

but if I drown, my name’s James Brown.

 

If I don’t, you don’t want to know,

 

 

 

my given name, because I’m wanted

 

by the law for what I did to her for

 

running around.

 

 

 

She shoulda been ashamed of what she did

 

to me. Because of her, I can no longer dream.

 

When I try, her bloody face appears.

 

 

 

She points her finger my way and says,

 

“You abused me!” I awake to the truth

 

and confess to God.

 

 

 

I did what she says, but it’s her fault for running

 

around with a friend of mine. So that’s why I’m

 

going to jump into the river and drown.

 

 

 

I discovered it really is a sin to be broken hearted

 

over a woman like her. The only way I can mend

 

myself is to take her life or mine. I can’t kill my love,

 

 

 

 

 

so please ship my body to her. Remember to

 

tell her that my name is James Brown, and the

 

reason I died was because of her running around.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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