Why do I do these painful things
Why do I hurt the ones around me
Poor little bird with broken wings
As long as Im near, you will never be free
Im angry at you for all that you have done
But nothing can compare to my own crimes
In the battle of strength, I have won
But sitting here thinking of rhymes
I cant help but remember how I tore us apart
When my rage came down on you like glass
Broken out of your broken heart
The time of anger was quick to pass
I fell to the ground, bloody hands, teary eyes
I saw you at my feet, crumpled in a pile
I remember now all of my sobs and cries
I had no idea I was full of such guile
I dont expect forgiveness from you
What I do expect is a second chance
And maybe we can start anew
I miss our old, perfect romance
But I fear that this has become the norm
My criminal actions, your terrified face
I fear that now that this awful storm
Has consumed me, it will consume our race
Infecting relationships and ruining lives
It spreads like wildfire in a dry plain
You cant look away though it tortures your eyes
To see the world overcome by pain
Why do I do these painful things
Why do I hurt the ones around me
Poor little bird with broken wings
As long as Im near, you will never be free