The Final Strike

As I was fourteen I was playful

I had a time when I was plainly touched

and played it as it lays

for a moment there was silence

to look for reasons is beside the point

and it won't last long

I was wrong I was cold enough

to smack you right in the face

all I want

all you don't

will I be right or wrong

a kick, a punch, a final strike

it all came up the other night

I closed my fingers for a fight

when I was wrong

I read the book of bad temptations

down the streets where I was feeling alright

and slept for quite a while

still I heard something special

on a TV and all that I've ever seen

is what I'll keep in mind

well, I was wrong

still I want so much to smack you right in the face

all I want

all you don't

will I be right or wrong

a kick, a punch, a final strike

bye now, saying goodbye

and I call now out for more

will I be wrong