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

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