Hell-raising, you could scorch the earth with your cold gaze

Flag raising, have to be the one to give in nowadays

Defeated army, retreating, just to meet your ass halfway

Pity plays portrayed by the ones who are insensitive

The ones who we must forgive

The ones who we’re embedded with

The ones that think an apology is where the victory is.

See, in a perfect world, you would be the perfect girl

But we can't seem to get past each other's surface, girl

I know your shell's been formed by other men

And for that pain, I understand; I make amends.