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