Our battles are repetious
if not broken
poetry
and maybe that's the attraction
that you're as self-absorbed as me
You jumped to the conclusion
and
landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed
to make you see.
I'll just write
this down
with hopes that you'll
understand
I can no longer be disciplined
by
the frustration of an insecure man
And as I kiss your face you'll know that
I can no longer apologize for
your
former lover's mistakes.
My past is
mine to keep
Who are you to question me...?
Perhaps someday you'll learn
Too bad
it's not our turn
You jumped
to the conclusion
and landed on my chest
Now how am I supposed to make you see.
I'll just write this down
with hopes that you'll understand
I can
no longer be disciplined by
the
frustration of an insecure man
And as I
kiss your face you'll know that
I can no
longer apologize for
your former lover's
mistakes.