Sometimes being over tired makes the words spark,
Then the heart hurts,
Words that should be spoken,
But comes out rude and abruptly.
The sins of the soul light the fire,
Unnecessary unconscious ignition of words,
I'm sorry,
My words of fire are unnecessary,
Fights are unnecessary,
I am not a fighter,
I'm sorry,
I'm not perfect, Then we fight, And I wonder what's so right with me, When every things is wrong with me, But your still here, And you say you'll never leave me.