Jackal in your Mind - Francis Dunnery

I’m sick and tired of love troubles

Searched my whole life to find my perfect world

And then when she shows

I realise we come from different worlds

Her with her money

She’s never had to work for anything at all

And me I was born to work for each and everything I own

She say: pack all your troubles and leave me I say: the argument’s over now everything’s fine

But I feel like a jackal!

She says silver bells and pretty clothes they often make me smile

But nobody could afford the way you held

Then kissed my mouth goodbye

I wanted to trust you and I wanted you to trust me Swear that you need me all of the time

But I know I’m a jackal in your mind

I’m sick and tired of love’s sorrows

Facing all the things that I really want to hide

The child in me grows

It lives its life and feeds on my insides

Never showing, it never had a chance to see a happy time

My parents it seems were hell bent on destroying all my pride

They say: pack all your troubles get out of here

I say: I can’t bring my friends round I’m scared of what they’ll find

And they’ll think I’m a jackal

She says silver bells and pretty clothes they often make me smile

But nobody could afford the very first time we met and you said hi I wanted to kiss you and I wanted you to kiss me All those moments long lost in time

Now I’m just a jackal in your mind

Jackal in your mind

Jackal in your mind