I can live with everything I've said,
can you?
Thought this would just make me upset,
Guess that parts true.
But that's the funny thing I noticed,
how about you?
The way I tell the truth like it's all I'm about to do.
Like everything I am working toward doesn't depend on you.
You're either with it or against, I guess that's not true...
If you really want you can be irrelevant, too.
Doesn't mean I won't always have love in my heart for you.

But, if I already burnt up all of my bridges
Guess it's a good thing my battle scars won't need stitches,
Cause it seems like I better know how to swim or convert
to being religious. But if I chose the latter would I be like you
judging all your decisions?

Okay.
Thought you heard the last of my beautiful words?
Call 'em what you want, I think that talk's for the birds.
I am just going to concentrate on puttin nouns with the verbs.
Concentrate on writing anything by which my soul is disturbed.

Lastly, I want this part to be the loudest verse heard.
Your words are nothing but words.
Your hate is tired and I've learned,
That I have nothing but love to give in return.