God Will Never Give You Anything You

I'm Not Super Conservative, And I Have No Problem With People Being Risque Or Owning Your Sexuality Or Even Putting It Out There. I Have A Problem When It's All You Are Because You're Not Being Fair To Yourself; You Have More Depth Than This.

Seems Like Just Yesterday, You Were A Part Of Me. I Used To Stand So Tall, I Used To Be So Strong; Your Arms Around Me Tight, Everything Felt So Right - Unbreakable, Like Nothing Could Go Wrong. Now I Can't Breathe. No, I Can't Sleep; I'm Barely Hanging On. Here I Am, Once Again, I'm Torn Into Pieces. Can't Deny It, Can't Pretend, Just Thought You Were The One. Broken Up, Deep Inside, But You Won't Get To See The Tears I Cry.

Oh, There's All These Rumors That I'm A Lesbian. I Have A Boyfriend Now, Brandon Blackstock; My Manager Narvel's Son, Reba Mcentire's Stepson.

Who Are You Wearing? Who Are You Wearing?

Since You've Been Gone, I Can Breath For The First Time.