Don’t Mess With Me Poets of the Fall

[Verse 1]
Sometimes I know there's nothing to say
So do I pick up my puzzle and just walk away
Do I follow my conscience, am I mock sincere?
I don't know what I'm doing here

I have a knack for perceiving things
I can see how it sounds, I can feel how it sings
When you paint me an image of who you are
I know it's the best by far, so

[Chorus]
Don't, don't, don't mess my hair
(If all you do is fake it)
Don't, don't, don't say you care
('Cause I could never shake it)
Don't, don't, don't mess with me
Don't, don't, don't mess with me

[Verse 2]
No point of view is enough to quell
The rigors of passion in this world I dwell
If I'm going to scale the highest wall
I'm gonna give it my all

Riding along with this train of thought
I see everything, I find all I sought
And I try to kick the habit of trying to reach
But there's something I do beseech, so please...