كلمات To Be Right

Paint it as you please
The picture you drew of me
I had no say in what you thought
But I'll have one in what you speak
Paint it in black or red
I don't really care anymore
Even if I were a saint
(You'll still paint me with horns)

I never wanted to be right
I wanted to be heard
I kept talking my heart out
And you kept pouring
Fuel into my flames
Every time the cut
From your knife heals
You cut another and add salt
Why would I expect
Someone to comprehend my mind
(When they haven't really been there?)

You say I am all about judging
I never do, I am no God
But would you rather have someone
Who treats you as one?
You get mad from things I joke about
Yet joke with the same manner
Darling, don't be fooled by my skirt
I wear pants too
How dare you say all these things
And then claim you never meant them?
If you wanna act tough
(Start with saying the truth!)

I never wanted to be right
I wanted to be heard
I kept talking my heart out
And you kept pouring
Fuel into my flames
Every time the cut
From your knife heals
You cut another and add salt
Why would I expect
Someone to comprehend my mind
(When they haven't really been there?)

If you can't reach a star
You'll start calling it a stone
Little do you know
(That's when it'll shine more)

I never wanted to be right
I wanted to be heard
I kept talking my heart out
And you kept pouring
Fuel into my flames
Every time the cut
From your knife heals
You cut another and add salt
Why would I expect
Someone to comprehend my mind
(When they haven't really been there?)