Being naive is a gift and curse
Not truly knowing, is something I need
To get away from the truth
I can\'t watch them bleed
She had such a nice smile
And soft spoken ways
I never imagined
How she spent her days
She hit him and cursed him
When anxiety struck
He loved her so much
But he knew he was stuck
I watched from a ways
Thinking all will be fine
There I was, naive
Then I crossed the line
That young, pretty girl
With the bouncy red hair
She struck me with him
That\'s when I learned, life wasn\'t fair
What heart once was kind
What heart one was true
It has now turned to dust
But even through all, we both love you
I can\'t be naive
I have to understand
That reality hurts
It never goes as planned
So maybe we can collect
The scattered dust in the wind
Because even we believe
There\'s a good place for the sinned