The Last Round

I wish you could see the look on your face, so disgusted with the words I say. I抦 not trying to change your mind. Come to find, you抮e talking when you should be listening to yourself. Stars in your eyes so bright, you can抰 see the way down. I抣l turn the lamp on to light the way. Watch your mouth, be careful what you say. Your only friend might turn out to be your worst enemy. You抮e wrong, you tell me. Why can抰 you prove it? It seems you抮e stuck deep in your ways. You can抰 hear me, you抮e not listening. Why do we have the same ideas? Conflicting personalities. Why do I have to be like you?