You've been saying I couldn't understand, not giving me a reasonnLike you're operating some master plan, trying to go on pleasingnYou've taken on more then you can possibly ever squeeze innAnd for reasons that seemed damned, you're doing it in my season nnIs this thing on? Can you hear me?nI'm reaching out for someone to set us freenCause one things for sure, happy not are wenFighting and Fussing all of the time,nIt ain't no way to be.nnYou're hedging your bets today, trying to see if he's innIt's a busted game you play, we're both on our knees thennBy standards of another day, this kind of love would be treasonnYou lucked out your getting away, doing it in my season.nnIs this thing on? Does it cut through?nSomeone needs to split this up, someone who's not you or menCause one things for sure, happy not are wenFighting and Fussing all of the time,nit ain't no way to be, in my seasonn