Outside Looking In
Looking from the outside
Guessing about what's going on on the inside
Not knowing that it goes deeper than the eye can hold
I get so quick to judge before I hear the story told
Asking sensible simple questions of why
In return, replying with an answer that they believe but we know it's a lie
Why this?
Why that?
Love doesn't come in a clenched fist
You're not a punching bag so pack your bags and get out of that
Reflection of a black eye
Shouldn't be what I see when I look into your eyes
Why should I have sympathy
When you refuse the help offered from me
I want to help you
But his tough love not only has you blind, but deaf too
Please listen to me
'Cause we have enough families crying over lifeless bodies
Fighting you
Is not a way to love you
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