Marking the End

And now were at it again- sitting in silence, marking the end; the end of compliance. Always seems to stem with defiance, next in line- too much reliance. Two guys, separate occasions I guess you could call me a player- I like the game of persuasion. Believe me this, I know this strays from virtue- and did not intend to hurt you; I did my best to explain, the feelings I myself couldn't quite name But to you it sounded all the same- And honestly we are both to blame. We knew the odds, We took the dive- Trying to get the honey, from inside the beehive. But its worth it because we are always trying to hide- and you know how i am with my pride; it's one thing I've never denied.