Maybe public enemy number one
I always feel I'm under a gun
So I wear that tag like an ugly son
Made to feel like public enemy number one
For what speaking my mind
Reminding people that love isn't kind
It's actually the meanest thing
If you have felt real loves sting
I'm not talking about abuse
I'm not talking about being used
I'm talking about being blunt
Being told not words as bad as bunt
But atleast say what's on your mind
That's what love is, it's not always kind
It is more honest then you think
I sit here myself questioning the brink
I have been full of love
I haven't been very kind
Because that four letter word
Often blows my mind
Sitting on my rocker I often sit and stare
How this old man like me, has become a bear
I grew up with real love, you wouldn't know it now,
For some days are dire, it's time to take a bow