I just wanted someone to talk to.
It was a November day just like this,
except it was colder and darker,
and I didn't have the fever of
desperate measures taken.
Instead of someone to talk to,
I found a loveless love.
I found a smiling face that was
scowling in the heart.
I found a lot of things,
but I never saw the warning signs.
So the words beat back and forth.
I always had more answers,
and no excuse to leave it all behind.
I always had a reason to fight and
try one more time.
And I take desperate measures,
knowing that I'm not in the middle,
therefore I can't make you see
from the inside out.
I take the warning sign and give it
all I have left.
I roll up my sleeves and fist my hands.
Bite my lip and take my stance.
You want to fight me? Go ahead.
Don't say I didn't warn you,
because you don't know what I know.
I know what you know.
The battle is rough and I'm
so excited I could scream.
It leaps in my heart that God has given me
the answer, the solution.
And it leaps lower to know that
you won't listen.
My knuckles are bloody and my face
is hot with a fierce gaze.
My hands are shaking as I
let them loose and sigh.
I took desperate measures, the warning signs,
but the end doesn't justify anything
when you back away.
So does this mean I win,
or have I lost you?