Some people think their always right
Others play the silent type
Some people can’t help but be uptight
Others can come off as truly nice

Inside they feel deformed
With a heart which scars adorn
A million ways to pick a fight
Will the love protect us through the night?
Or would the hurt just take my life

Some people think their always right
Others just use words as the knife
Take your hand and grasp it tight
Some people are the shadows
Others provide the light