Apology

Well I never had the courage that the truth takes, But it would have hurt as
bad then as it does now, But there’s still a heartbeat even when a heart breaks,
But you cannot give more blood than the laws of love allow,
And everybody pities who they feel is the victim, But there are more subtle
ways to be victimized, You shape yourself into a believer after you’ve tricked
‘em,
You can only give so much without receiving before you feel vandalized.
There’s just a few words difference between an opinion and a joke,
And everybody who knows what’s best for me you just mix black and white for
gray,
You still see a fire where all I see is smoke,
I’ll live my life; you just keep yours out of my way, There’s a lot of space
between what you think and what I feel,
You think I’m laughing it off when I’m trying hard just to live it down,
I wake up trying to decide which dream is real,
But I could be a king and you’d still call me a clown.
Well there must be four thousand two hundred and twenty seven opinions of me,
But the only opinion of me that counts is the one I have,
You get what you pay for when you get something for free,
And your double standard morals are like worshipping a golden calf,
I know I could have handled things better but I was confused,
Those who don’t know what I mean go ahead and cast the first stone,
And I do feel hurt but mostly I just feel I stand accused,
But all I’m guilty of is being human; heart and soul; flesh and bone.