David Michael Schmidt I Won't
I won't lay down at your feet
I won't beg and I won't plead
And I won't even say
That you're all that I need
I won't suffer and cry
And I won't bare my soul
I won't even say
That you just make me whole
I won't do it, I just won't do it
But yet here I am, weak and pale
Like a wounded pup with my paw in the air
I won't tell the world we're thru
That we are dead and buried
I won't say it's all over
And we're no longer married
I won't rip out my heart
And shred it into bits
I won't just drag it out
And cut it into slits
I won't do it, I just won't do it
But yet here I am, weak and pale
Like a wounded pup with my paw in the air
