Is there no end to this shame?
Is there no end to this pain?
Is there no end to the sorrow?
Will there ever be a better tomorrow?
Is there no end to these lies?
Is there no end to these alibies?
I can't stand going home every day
with you and I fighting in every which way.
Will someone tell me why I lie all the time?
Every day is spent with you on my mind.
You are the greatest thing that ever
happened to me. I pray to God every night
that things will turn out all right
for you and for me.
I have hope, you know I do.
There's nothing in this world
I wouldn't do for you.
Converted to HTML by Renette Davis with permission from the author's mother, Jean Miller. Kelly was diagnosed with Huntington's Disease at age 16.
Send comments for Renette to: rd13@midway.uchicago.edu and comments for Kelly to: miller_jean_e@space.honeywell.com
Last updated: Aug. 31, 1996
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