My Only Weapon

My voice is my only weapon.
I’ll take any man on.
If you wanna come after me for somethin’ that I have said, well—I suggest that you bring it strong.

‘Cuz I’ve been gettin’ myself ready
By sharpenin’ up my tongue.
I know you’re not the type that takes advice from just anyone.
Some people—they just never learn.

I’m afraid you don’t realize that you’ve already lost the fight because—for you—the truth is so hard to hear.

Is there really any good reason for all the fussing and fighting?
I’m optimistic that we can find a way to work things out.
Maybe we can even be the closest of friends one day.
I will meet you half way—in the middle—if you meet me in the middle, too.

No one will ever accuse you of bein’ short on confidence.
It’s obvious that you really believe all those things that you say.
But you’re so predictable when you get mad it takes all the fun out of it.
Now there’s nothing left for me to do except to watch you unravel all on your own.

The difference between you and me is that I don’t want more than I could ever need—But you?
You’re never satisfied.

The secret to good conversation is in the give-and-take.
And I’m genuinely interested in what’s on your mind.
There will always be a few things that we disagree on,
But I’ll meet you half way—in the middle—if you meet me in the middle, too.