What's the problem inside of me
That makes me think this way
I thought ahead but I thought wrong
And now I don't know what to say
Why do you stay with me if this is how I act
I'm beginning to feel every fight's slightest little impact
I'm not saying I'm never wrong
I'm just saying you weren't right all along
Your assults on me have taken their toll
I've done my time, I want out on parole
I'm trying to do better, trying to change my ways
But I'm not getting any better unless I'm show some kind of praise
Some kind of restitution to show your appreciation
Some kind of anything to help me before I worsen