I don't know why i do the things i do,
or why when we fight i just lose control,
and say means things i don't mean,
instead of just taking a stroll,
i don't know why i say,
i hate you and such,
cause i know in my heart,
each word feels like a punch,
when i hurt you,
after wards it's hurts me inside,
i just want to runaway,
runaway and hide,
i don't know why I'm ashamed,
to admit that I'm wrong,
even though in my heart,
i know this fight won't last long,
i guess it's my pride,
to always think I'm right,
but when i don't admit when I'm wrong,
i twist and turn through the night,
i know I'm hurting you,
but my pride overcomes it,
i know every cruel word,
feels like hit after hit,
i do it to every one,
not only you,
i know i should stop,
but i don't know how to,
i know when we fight,
that one day you could leave,
and know if you did,
that i would just grieve,
but listen to what I'm saying,
and understand how i feel,
because when me and you fight,
my heart turns to steal,
I'm sorry when i say mean things,
and they sting your precious heart,
but always remember,
i don't ever want you to fall apart,
I don't know why i do the things i do,
or why when we fight i just lose control,
and say means things i don't mean,
instead of just taking a stroll.....
