Lyrics: available

Be prepared
I know what's coming next
If she's entertaining doubts I guess that you know what is best
So I should
Be prepared
To make do with what is left
And if I can't prepare myself at least I know what to expect

My mind's made up about her
I couldn't live if I didn’t have her

And when I'm back home
Safe in her arms
Don’t knock on her door
Don’t pick up your phone
If she's entertaining doubts how do I explain
A grain of salt for her to take with the things you say

My mind's made up about her
I couldn't live if I didn’t have her
So many times
So many times
I should’ve thanked God that I have her

Despite the distance give me trust
And I will bring it home to you
Give me till nothing's left but patience
And I will bring it home to you
She only wants to spare you and I the time
We so faithfully invested
She throws it in our faces

My mind's made up about her
I couldn't live if I didn’t have her
So many times (you've been taken advantage of)
So many times (is that all I'm capable of?)
I should’ve thanked God that I have her (if it's just bitterness don't let it blind her)

The trouble
The trouble is
The trouble
The trouble is
The trouble
The trouble is
The trouble
The trouble is
The trouble
The trouble is
The trouble

Was the singer ill?

 PT-NOMORE wrote:

Agreed, what a nice surprise to pop up today!

Nice addition to my musical punk collection. History lesson here.