She’s willing to do anything for me
And I’m willing to do the same
Difference here is importance
Go ahead with your iron clad excuses
An endless supply
Tell me again why you’re scared as I lay here dying.
It’s all about you
Can’t speak freely as you cry hearing truth
Can fix everyone else with plenty judgements to share
What about your insides
No effort to come outside and it’s easier to get offended instead of changing
So go ahead with your valid excuses
We’ll always have endless supplies
Tell me again how hard it is to try
While I clean and dress my wounds.
What are you willing to fight for?
Are you going to wait until your options run out?
Why do we wait until there’s nothing left before swearing to save?