The Ides of March
Words and Music by Forrest (Butch) Castetter
Copyright 2006
Beware the ides of March
Beware the ides of March
The eyes reveal what's in the heart
Et Tu Brute, my old friend
And we all play a part in a Shakespeare play
The names and faces change
But the story stays the same
I swear that I didn't see it coming
I swear that I thought you were my friend
May take a while to recover
May never trust the same again
When the Ides of March come early, feel it in the air
Treachery is all around, you first become aware
Someone will get hurt, you want to help you should
Change the role you're playing, from bad to good
Betrayal is the darkest sin
Malicious pain spreads within
A guilty conscience won't let go
Broken faith stains the soul