Thrown out Out of any other want, Out of any other desire, I chose to keep my feet in my tattered boots As I walk away from my past. I have nowhere to go, With my aching bones, Knowing I can't look back now. I want to tell them I'm sorry, For being Selfish Cruel And arrogant. Was it me, Who gave them the #life they called Hell? It was. It was me. I didn't wan to be a lover, I was a fighter. I never loved, I only fought. And that's why I'm walking away. I was thrown out by their rudeness And hate, But I only brought it upon myself. All of it, I asked for. Their stones pelt my skin, Their sticks scratch my back, And that's what I should have seen coming. They deserve to hat me. I deserve to hate myself. Even the ones I love are throwing me out. But what am I to do? I only hurt them. I was cruel and savage, And they'd had enough, So the dog I had kicked decided to bite. I think I know now, What they are. They're lovers. Not fighters. But they only fight for what they love. So from this point forward, I'm a lover. Not a fighter. But I will fight, But only for what I love.