Salty tears fall down my cheek
A seasoning to help me eat my words
Even my own tongue can't take how much it burns
I often made a meal
Of anything that got too real too fast
And to fast for me meant starving you of us
Oh it eats at me to know how cruel it got
You'd almost leave, I'd start a fight to stir the pot
The strength to stomach that for so long leaves shocked
Forgiveness is a privilege
I can't force you to relive this agony
To say you didn't give your best is blasphemy
Why would I take your strengths
Away from you and so defensively
I guess I was young and it make sense to me
I was young and it made sense to me
Oh I was young and it made sense to me
Oh I was young and it made sense to me
