GUILTY

I wrestled with my conscience

I tossed and turned all night

I kept hearing; You're guilty!

You've got to make this right

Denial and I, we tag-teamed

Slamming my conscience to the ground

Blind sided, thrown against the ropes

We had him gagged, hog-tied and bound

My conscience said; This isn't over

I'll get the better of you, I always do

You will admit that you were wrong

Before I'm through with you

It's going to be another l-o-n-g night

As we climb back into the ring

Denial says; We got this

As I'm tossed around, like a plaything

I learned a painful lesson

To quickly admit when you're wrong

There wouldn't have been a wrestling match

If my denial hadn't come along