Honestly

I think it’ll be wrong of me to sit there and try to decipher what’s going on in your mind when i can’t find mine.

Sweetheart I’m lost

The little boy that used to live here is no longer home.

I think it’ll be wrong of me to judge your character when mine is barely surviving.

Sweetheart I’m at war

I smile when tears flow through my eyes

I think it’ll be wrong of me to tell you a lie when the truth is hard to hide

Sweetheart do as you wish

I rather die as a soldier with humility than live as an arrogant king.