Redflecks Pardon Me
All my motives misunderstood, blindly judging…you think I should
Accusations coming from desperate measures of hit and run
I won’t think about. Not going think about it. You’re not the one inside my mind.
Pardon me and all my clouds. Pardon me it’s showering now.
Pardon me this is my way. Pardon me I won’t rearrange.
Pulling bullets from what I found. You secretly plan to shut me down.
Not conforming what did you expect. Perfectly muted, nearly dead.