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.