I'm not even mad
Not even a little
I thought I saw
A little hope
A little glimmer
I admit
I am not saying that I'm no sinner
But I must say, I'm dissapointed
To say the least
It's almost like a disease
To say one lie to a person's face
And expect no recoil, no feeling of disgrace
I was afriad of this, this awful smell
It beguils and dwells
I grown tired of this, this awful place
Constantly searching for allies in this race
This human race
I've made mistakes
And I've told lies
But what I have I done to be granted such despise?
I'm not even upset
Not a little at all
Just because I'm a cousin
It doesn't mean nothin
Just because I'm a niece
Smile, look nice and say please
It doens't mean nothin
I see that now
Nothin it is and nothing it shall be
Somehow I ended up here and I have a choice to make
I wonder if it'll be a mistake
To continue to be so blind to other people's horrible tragedies
Or to placate and be accomadate everyone else's feelings
At the risk of ignoring my own?
A new client talks attorney Stan Turner into acting as his executor and trustee of his estate if he should die. Stan reluctantly accepts, but when the client is murdered before the ink is dry on the paperwork, Stan realizes he has been set up and mus
Edwin