They say,
He talks like a cold ****** ****
And I can't help but feeling
If someone gave them a hug
They wouldn't be
So quick to judge

Then again
I'm one to base off demeanor
Cause of ones that were meaner
That wouldn't come nearer
With a trigger finger
I've no faith in being a believer

And I've no...friend
That'd stand till the end
But sun rays come again
When self pity war's ending begins

And saying sorry
Is but hardly
Is to make a mistake
You wish to not have partaked
But I'm content in truth
Below, beside, above you.