You'll Get Yours

                                  I sing the song

That everyone sings

Of regret for not

Looking after things

I felt the pain

The sting still remains

For the faceless thief

Has struck again



But for once

I'd like to look you

In the eye

Take off your disguise

You'll get yours

And I'll be fine

Tell me you're the one

Promises broken

Promises making me laugh



You say you're not

After my money

But lately you've

Been acting funny

Planning my funeral

Choosing my coffin

The black one's nice

But the grey one's

Fantastic, I swear



I've had it up

To here and you

Say we've got it made

You'll get yours

And I'll be fine

Suntans in the shade

Promises broken

Promises making me laugh

The problem is you're broken

The problem is making it last