Who is she to say you can t be trusted?
And come to think of it, how does she know?
Her doubt is just her faith in disappointment.
She can t be blamed if she decides to go.

Her dignity is what makes her an angel.
You know she needs it more than she needs you.
It doesn t pay to take these things for granted.
Something which you always seem to do.
You always seem to do.

But she just wants to spend some time with you.
Just a minute or just a moment.
Just long enough to throw one good clean punch.

Now you ve reached the point where she sees through you.
Your low esteem and lack of self-control.
Everything she had she handed to you.
And what she didn t give you, you stole.
You couldn t have so you stole.

Sometimes I stop to question it all.
Must I look at the stars, and live in the dirt?
When all I have to show for my doubt is a blow to the lip, and some blood on my shirt.