The Hand Of Your Raising

Is it your nature to be kind,
 Or just the hand of your raising?
 I didn't know you before I met you,
 And I don't know if I know you now.
 It was in the morning when you left,
 After a night of talking nonsense.
 I hated for you to leave that way
 But I watched you go nonetheless.
 Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
 Full of loaded words
 And nothing I ain't heard from you before.
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 Should I have followed you out the door?
 Instead of holding it all open.
 Like the way that you held me not so long ago.
 I wear my cards on my sleeve,
 But you leave yours in the shadows.
 Looming so deep and in darkness
 Do you think that I could see?
 Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor
 Full of loaded words
 And nothing I ain't heard from you before.
 Now, I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor,
 And I'm not sure how I should write you anymore.
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 Is it your nature to be kind,
 Or just the hand of your raising?