A tight line to walk along. Thats what they've called it for ages.
A fools crusade, a burning mans trail.
But I'm a stubborn young mule. I'll brandish my shield. I know what is right.
And I'll show you, yes I'll show you, in the dead of the night
I'm okay with being the bad guy, the bastard if you'll just wake up.
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How can I make you understand? If I didn't care I'd keep my silence.
To redirect you, I'll do what I have to do. *If pride is* the cost, nothings too much.
If you can't look me in the eyes and defend yourself, then what was the sense?
Then what was the sense in making me attack you?
I'll let you go if thats what you need from me to finally heal.
Oh my skeletons are yours to see and while their weight is just too much for me too stand...
If you loved you would listen
What do you see in me? Is it hatred or love?
If you truly understood, or had a clue who I really was then you'd know that it was my job to pick you up.
Because of course I care. I was always thinking of you.
I was only thinking of you.
Maybe I'm just wrong.
I can't open your eyes.