To Justify

We were born with a pair of hands
Conspicuously built to fit each other's throats
Instead of trying to kill the world that way
I forced these hands to hold the songs I wrote

I can't always justify what I am and what I do
The closest thing to hope I have is that it means something to you
But if it doesn't, that's okay, too
There's always going to be someone new
And I'd rather not see them

I am who you were
I am who you're not

As much as I love to sit, and pretend things to differently
You see clear as any other day what I force myself to be