I'm bothered by the way you try to walk away. When I need to talk to you. It's not what you say, it's what you do. Just like you don't even care. . It's all those little things.
Why do I do things that hurt You?. Intentions start out good but end up twisted. All of the time I fall away. Then come running back when hurt. . Open Your scarred hands.
Sometimes this world seems so cruel. Just as if there were no rules. I've added my fair share, I know. I wish I could take back. The cruel things I've done.