Rough edges, never made smooth
sharp words that don't make apologies
So many letters composed that were never sent
so many hours that were not spent
Do I have an answer to why I care so much
and act so carelessly?
Do I have an explanation for the canyon-
the gap between what I say I will do and what occurs?
Any speech would sound hollow
an excuse disguised as confession
Better to judge me as I am
not by what I say
What if I said I was just too young?
What if I said I was built on bricks of
carelessness and crumbs
"You should know where I'm coming from" - Banks