Who is she to say you carn'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 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.



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.