A Call to Arms
You don't know all the bullshit that you put me through
I hate the little guilt trip imposed on me from you
You wanted what you wanted and I was what I was
You're the one who placed the fire coals between us
I don't regret letting you know some of what I am
But if you think I tried to change you, you misunderstand
You're the one who crossed the line from what I recall
Trying to convince me to believe in your "god"
All I did was persuade you to see through my eyes
To justify myself and explain my own mind
All I wanted to do was to believe what I believe
It seems like you were the proselytizer trying to change me
Now irritation burns in me, it's something I can't sear
Unbelievable information marched into my ears
You said I was the one who tried to change your belief
Right away, the information sent me into grief
But as the hours passed and the days went on and on
In my mind, I realized that I wasn't wrong
I'm not sorry for committing no obvious crime
I am sorry you misunderstand, but the blame isn't mine
The blame belongs to no one save perhaps chance
We are but the innocents, victims of circumstance
You couldn't trust in me and chose not to reveal
The feelings that you swallowed and the ones that you concealed
That sparked a flame and started on a fire that burns me inside
You couldn't form your army, so you chose to run and hide
Your mistrust made me reconsider your title as "friend"
You fell over, I still stand a tree bent in the wind
I need to express myself and most of what I feel
If I didn't it'd be a crime, being so unreal
I don't seek out to change but to show another view
The message was received but was badly misconstrued
Though I think that anything between us could never be the same
Don't get this message wrong, there's no alarm for shame
I'm not trying to deconstruct you doing what I do
If I thought someone would understand
I thought it would be you
But you couldn't form your army so you chose to lie down low
If you would've then I could've withstood every blow
Then I would have called my army back to a retreat
And spoken of Elysian Fields, a place to make ends meet
I hoped you'd think I'd understand and always would believe
Perhaps I expected too much too soon and you just don't know me