Sensitive Bullet

You are strong, that you are. You are mean your blows hit hard. You are soft as an accidental bruise watch out when she's healed through. You're a perfectionist, no one measures up and if we do we get sick to our stomachs from being too high up on your pedestal. Put me down, I don't belong up here, I belong on the ground with everyone else. You make us second guess ourselves. Prove ourselves. Ruffle our feathers til we put up our dukes. What are we doing? When you're not around we talk with confidence and ease. When you're not around we don't walk on our knees. Just wanted you to know... when you're not around. I've see you hurt them. I've seen them cry. I tried to tell you what I thought once: "You can't talk to people that way. What do you want? You don't know what you want." But your tears could be tasted from miles and miles away weeks after I took my words back to this day. You're a sensitive bullet. A very sensitive bullet. Let me apologize: I did you an injustice. I did not keep you in line. I did not correct your words. I did not protect my Golden, Whimsical and Kangaroo loved ones. I am sorry for that. Sorry for you. You missed out while trying to improve diamonds. Dumkoff I love you. Dumkoff I love you