LYRIC FOR SALE

By R.T. Honga

You keep crossing the double line.
I don’t know what I said, I don’t know what I did.
Am I wrong or am I right, you have left me so far behind,
I can’t tell whether to run or hide.
Because you keep crossing that double line

Its passion and purpose for us to fight.
But I won’t rest for our truths our wrongs and our rights.
Confusion at times, that’s part of the game
There is no holding back when we live our lives.
You have control but when there is pain, that’s when you come alive.
That’s when you keep crossing the double line.

As far as I can see, I know you are true to me, I can trust you to do most everything.
But that double line becomes blurry when that jealousy overtakes your mind.
Trust becomes more of an illusion when you cross those double lines.
The definition of trust causes you to become blind.
That’s why it’s easier for you to cross those double lines.

Without any regard, mad and envious, that’s when you’re not afraid.
You’re worries and fears seems to go away.
You’re claiming loneliness, that’s what’s in the dark
Conversa ting on the highway, that’s what sets us apart.
If I mention one wrong person, it’s like I am playing with your emotion.

Even on the road, signs are posted for your lane.
But one's things for sure, you have no remorse for who’s coming your way.
That what it is, you’re accusing me of something that didn’t happen
Crossing the line, that’s the only thing you have in common.