Late one night,
I picked a fight,
over something I knew to be untrue.
Oh how I wish I could undo,
The words I spoke aloud,
I should have turned around and taken my head out of the clouds.

Late one night,
I picked a fight,
and ended up in a sticky situation,
I should have taken caution.
For if I had,
I'd be glad to think of you often,
Instead of avoiding you.

Perhaps its best,
I don´t put your patience with me to the test.
Although I do regret not telling you the reason why I cried.
My silence was my self defense, and I felt ashamed to share my pain.
When we speak I cringe and shiver,
I know something about you.

I felt it was alright to pick and pry, checking your eyes for the lies you were hiding behind.
Yelling and screaming, you hurt my feelings.
Now I can feel my emotions slowly peeling away,
I may just be going through the motions,
But know I know,
Late one night,
I shouldn't have picked a fight,
over something I was not allowed to know.