LAST MAN

I think it was the year my father died. Heroes come easy when you’re desperate and confused. I couldn’t tell the truth from his lies. I couldn’t tell whether I was being loved or abused. But I don’t walk down that street no more and I have time and blood on my hands and if I have to wait a thousand years to love I swear that he will be the very LAST MAN. Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Don’t hate me because I choose to live my life. If you give me minute, I’ll give you a real reason. Otherwise, don’t waste your time. ‘Cuz I don’t walk down…I know you’re listening somewhere out there. A game of cat and mouse would suit you fine. But don’t be flattered by these words written here because I do this all the time. I don’t live on your street no more and I cannot wash this blood from my hands and if I have to stoop and hunt you down myself I swear that you will be the very last man, yes you will the very last man. I don’t live on street your street no more and I have time and blood on my hands and if I have to wait a thousand years to love I swear that you will be the very last man I said that you will be the very last man I swear that you will be the very last man.

Written by Doria Roberts. ©1995-2002 Hurricane Doria Music