i've seen this side before.

you loaded up your weapon,

as if you'd gone to war.

but i sat there un-armed,

i've seen this side before.

you throw on your coat of armor,

and attach your helmet tightly.

none of that is needed,

i promise to go lightly.

you begin to fire weapons,

the words, they cut like knives.

they trigger all my hurt inside,

for all of them are lies.

you straighten your helmet,

and reach over for more.

"ammo!" you yell,

and we stand back,

watching you beg for more....

do we put on our armor?

attach our helmets tightly?

do we, now, break our promise,

when we said we'd go lightly?

i stand their un-armed,

and slowly cut the strings,

that attach your heart to mine,

it's just one of those things.

i know you believe the intention,

was never anything real.

i know you want to believe,

that i'm jealous, still.

you loaded up your weapon,

as if you'd gone to war.

but i sat there un-armed,

i've seen this side before....