Rogue

sometimes i live to fight
most times i just get by on spite
i get by on spite
we are so fragile
we break with a word
and are these words worth being heard?
are we worth being heard?
we are so much more
we are so much less
i guess our difference we should stress
so sad, i believe in hate
so much more than love
but i can't deal with these things
i can't rise above
i don't know what you see
when you look at me
but you've made a rogue for an enemy
i'm not so tough
i'm scared but moving
time will tell if this is enough
this is the frustration
that clouds your mind
the cold reality that turns your eyes
fool, i've gone way beyond pain
i can't be touched
in the confines of your game
i don't know what you see
when you look at me
but you've made a rogue for an enemy
i'm not so tough
i'm scared but moving
time will tell if this is enough
is this enough?