You know I love you, sis, dearly, But girl, you've lost your grip on reality; Seeing life in twisted view, Your glasses must be on askew! The past is past, it cannot be changed, But in your head, its rearranged. He's not a hero, please hear my plea. Can't you see you're hurting me? Why don't you remember? Why can't you recall When he had us pinned against that wall? I love you, sis, You know I do. It just ain't easy Making sense of you.