She’s a child; she’s a mother
She’s a sinner, not a saint
I will never be able to forgive her
For what she’s done to me
She’s selfish and inconsiderate
Only thinking of herself
And not the people in need that matter
In a time of sadness
Feelings of sadness turn to
Feelings of anger and pain
Why this? Why now?
It’s not important, why make a fuss?
It’s what was wanted so why change?
Why be selfish at a time like this
Please do me a favour
And think of others more
You have hurt, you have pained
You have lost friends and gained enemies
How do you feel now, sad, hurt, in pain
Good as that’s how I feel
Joanne Kennedy December 1998
She’s a sinner, not a saint
I will never be able to forgive her
For what she’s done to me
She’s selfish and inconsiderate
Only thinking of herself
And not the people in need that matter
In a time of sadness
Feelings of sadness turn to
Feelings of anger and pain
Why this? Why now?
It’s not important, why make a fuss?
It’s what was wanted so why change?
Why be selfish at a time like this
Please do me a favour
And think of others more
You have hurt, you have pained
You have lost friends and gained enemies
How do you feel now, sad, hurt, in pain
Good as that’s how I feel
Joanne Kennedy December 1998
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