That time I locked us in the house
You were angry and I didn’t want you to leave me.
But I didn’t hit you. I’m not that guy
I grabbed your shoulders and shook you
Pushed you until you hit the kitchen sink
I held you babe, I didn’t hit you
I didn’t hit you. I’m not that guy
You searched frantically for your phone
I saw the fear you tried to hide as I followed
“I want to hear what you are going to say!” I screamed
I did not give a damn! I wanted to kick you!
But that’s not me
I can’t hit you and you should know this
I’m not that guy. The guy that hits? Thats not me.
“Fool! Who do you think you are?” I asked
But you kept walking away, protecting your belly
I grabbed your dress and dragged you
It ripped. So I tore the floor-length rest as I spat
“Go and get dressed!” at your disgusting form
It was an accident I swear.
But I never laid hands upon you. I’m just not that guy
Yes our heads did collide. I was right in your face after all
These things happen. We were arguing!
I kicked the door down when you locked yourself in a room
I wasn’t done arguing, but I didn’t hit you
If I did, you would have cried; you would be injured
You didn’t shed a single tear
Besides, where is the wound?
You always cry babe. I swear down.
Not because I hit your body. (I will hurt you!!)
I’m sorry for losing my temper and tearing your dress
It was an accident. Thats not me
I wanted you to know I was angry. I was so mad
I admit I wanted to pummel you while you slept
But tell yourself the truth.
I would never hurt you. I’m not that guy?