correct me if i'm wrong
but i cannot be corrected
sorry but i'm not actually sorry
i cannot help being right

Love is a bitter thing when you don't have it
Truth is an ugly thing when all you know are pretty lies
Love is a bitter thing when it passes you by

I aint no fool
I just believe in peace
He thinks that means the same **** thing

If I had been born with a *****
I wonder how I would have used it
Would I have wielded my power?
Would I have identified as an alpha?

Would I be gentle or a brute?
Would I love or abuse?
Would I have been the enemy?
Or would I simply have been me?

What is wrong with me?
What is wrong with you?
We believe in love only when we see proof

She remembers a man
Sordid and strong
Self righteous
Vicious
Contentious
Wickedly wrong

She remembers a man
Strong yet insecure
Vulnerably pure
Self deprecating
Thought provoking
Full of so much fear

She remembers two men
One angel
One demon
Caught in the insanity
Of two men that were the same

Home is a place you left
A place you wanted to forget
It was there you learnt that love is fabricated

Joy was a woman you met
Along the way to happiness
She had a tambourine and a sunny temperament

Home is a place you made
A place you hope to always remember
It was there you learnt that love is what you make it