This piece does not have music. I composed it when I had the tune of Shania Twain's "You're Still the One" in my head, but it doesn't go completely right with that music.
I'll take the criticism I'll even take the blame baby But it can't stay like this forever The only hope that keeps me going Is that things will change Oh you don't know what I've gone through I'd pour out my fears, but there's nothing you can do And when I hear the hint of cynicism in your tone I know you don't know You say I have no idea What problems are really like But I won't take the credit Maybe you're just unaware of my pain That keeps me crying in the night Oh you don't know what I've gone through I'd pour out my fears, but there's nothing you can do And when I hear the hint of cynicism in your tone I know you don't know
© 1998, Allison McCulloch