My fists are clenched tightly as I watch you walk down the red dirt road...
I don't quite remember what happened but you are pretty mad at me,
Normally you would look back at least once or twice, now you stare straight ahead;
This time I am terribly afraid that I have pushed you too far,
My conscience has always told me to calm down before I ruin something,
Time after time I promise I will listen and not jump to the wrong conclusion-
Every time I ignore what he told me, I allow my anger to get the best of me;
Staring at these same four walls, I get the feeling they are mad too...
As much as I want to place the blame on someone, anyone else but me,
I can't find the courage to point a finger, my hands aren't clean-
Looking at the phone I realize it has not rang in quite some time,
I'm guessing no one would want to talk to me these days anyhow...
No wish in the world could turn back the hands of time, a fact I have to face,
They gotta give me some credit- I will admit that I was wrong,
I am swallowing an ounce of my pride, I think you can manage the same:
I'm recognizing my issues the least you can do is help me cope with reality...
Actually now that I think about it, that might just be too much for you;
