This is a call to those
Who called me friend
I am not lost to you
It is not the end
We may have fought
I may have lost
I probably gave us up
With you the cost
I was angry
I had no hope
I was confused and broken
But I climbed back up my own rope
Now I stand on the mountain,
Finally free
I wish to start us over
I finally want to have a true "you" and "me"
So I extend olive branch back to you
I will not burn it, it will stay green and true
Just remember
I am not who you used to know
I am a person that will show my colors
That you may not want me to show
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 3:03 PM UTC
This is a call to those
Who called me friend
I am not lost to you
It is not the end
We may have fought
I may have lost
I probably gave us up
With you the cost
I was angry
I had no hope
I was confused and broken
But I climbed back up my own rope
Now I stand on the mountain,
Finally free
I wish to start us over
I finally want to have a true "you" and "me"
So I extend olive branch back to you
I will not burn it, it will stay green and true
Just remember
I am not who you used to know
I am a person that will show my colors
That you may not want me to show