The Final Strike

As i was fourteen i was playful
I had a time when i was plainly touched
And played it as it lays
For a moment there was silence
To look for reasons is beside the point
And it won’t last long
I was wrong i was cold enough
To smack you right in the face
All I want
All you don’t
Will I be right or wrong
A kick, a punch, a final strike
It all came up the other night
I closed my fingers for a fight
When i was wrong
I read the book of bad temptations
Down the streets where I was feeling alright
And slept for quite a while
Still i heard something special
On a TV and all that i’ve ever seen
Is what I’ll keep in mind
Well, I was wrong
Still I want so much to smack you right in the face
All I want
All you don’t
Will I be right or wrong
A kick, a punch, a final strike
Bye now, saying goodbye
And I call now out for more
Will I be wrong