I can never tell
who's right,
who's wrong.
I can never tell
whether to fight
or get along.
So I'll fight away
any emotion I feel.
and come off rash and unappealed.
I feel the need to protect myself.
I walk around with my
fists up,
knife in hand,
gun in pocket.
Just knock it off!
Yeah, I want to love you again
but you did me *****
so, of my forgiveness,
you are unworthy.