We have handled each other all day long
Through all of my pain and all of your strikes
I don't understand why you're always right
I can't interpret why I'm always wrong
And you still don't like my less vicious songs
My ears bleed as you screech with all your might
I'm quiet and try to be a delight
i didn't know you'd still be going strong.
Now it's you that has committed treason
You have since that first ever harmful touch
I made excuses and said it was love
But something's wrong. What could be the reason?
The little I've done, have I done too much?
Once again I'm stuck in my false sense of...
