Unkind - Tabitha's Secret

Bring it on baby, what you’re getting into

Is living on pain the thing that’s getting to you?

Write my name, paint it up my picture

Says it’s the only thing cuz I’m not around, to be around

Beaten and battered

What if my dreams get shattered?

Then, pain gives me the right to be unkind

Bring it on baby, what’s with sudden devotion?

I’d trade a river of tears for just a little emotion

You can curse my name, paint it up my picture

Say it’s the last time that I’ll be around, be around

Oh, well, I’m torn and tattered

Saw the thoughts in my head be scattered

Well, pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl

And it sets me Right back to the heart of it Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it Jones Crazy is a place I call my own

When I’m alone

So bring it on baby, what you getting into

Well, I swear once it was the little things that mattered

But it all seems true to you

Say the hell with my name and say the hell with my picture

Yeah, but swear the one time you need me around, to be around

I’m around right now where

I’ll stand like it matters

Only once got screwed and then gets scattered by the rain

And pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl

And it sets me Right back to the heart of it Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it Jones Crazy is a place I call my own

Right back to the heart of it