I Don’t Get It

Why is it you have such a need to control
I don’t get it

It seems rather selfish and is getting really old
I don’t get it

You’re trying to arrange and rearrange my life
I don’t get it

Why would you meddle in my affairs day and night
I don’t get it

What I do with my time is my business not yours
I don’t get it

Your gossip about me to friends is making me a bit sore
I don’t get it

Actually, I do get it…
You’re just a work in progress like me
I pray that soon these destructive ways you will clearly see

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