If You Only Knew

Too often I wear pride like my cape,
And with that, I dress ego like my vest.
One is always here pulling at my throat,
Your bullets staple the other to my chest.

I don't know how to make that first move; to take off my armour and open the conversation. Without my sword and shield I just don't have the words.

All I know is how to fight my corner. And I do it well.
But to strip off the protection and put my hands up...

I just can't find the words right now.
And that's doing me so much more damage.

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