I'm sorry my temper flared,
Behind my eyes.
You weren't meant to know.
You are not the cause, my lady.
However, your actions speak louder
Than I could ever hope to express.
They are saying most inflammatory things.
Yes, anger may have me for now.
But soon it will leave
And you were never supposed to know.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 11:24 AM UTC
I'm sorry my temper flared,
Behind my eyes.
You weren't meant to know.
You are not the cause, my lady.
However, your actions speak louder
Than I could ever hope to express.
They are saying most inflammatory things.
Yes, anger may have me for now.
But soon it will leave
And you were never supposed to know.