If I could ask you a question or two, would you listen?
Say why don't you stop thinking for someone else (for you).
Say why don't you try to think about someone for their sake.

It's slightly too shallow for my feet, or to say friend (complete).

Little sections keep blurring the hard line.
Wishing for a uniform of calamity that taught shame.
As I listened and thought, you kept prodding.
(It's not your place to assume.)

I don't look any different when I see pain. Changes nothing.
As for a rebuttal I find no use in you, I'd rather feel for myself.
Before I let an impulse destroy a perfect opportunity.
(To..... be..... let..... in.....)

Little sections keep blurring the hard line.
Wishing for a uniform of calamity that taught shame.
As I listened and thought, you kept prodding.
(It's not your place to assume.)
What the hell is wrong with the windows.
You can't seem to see clearly, when you drive in rain.
Piloting high on self righteousness, and killing innocent by standers.
Just leave me alone, and see for yourself.

What blood looks like on the reflection.
Of hands that don't care to speak.
Why rather the perceived truth?
That's a fucking cop-out.
For a rickity way of life.