I've never weighed my wordingnDoes the sentence match the crime?nChoking on what I've spoken suffocatingnnYou never cared for countingnBut mistakes are a score you'll keepnKeep enemies close and your lover closernnA word, a word is all that's needednTo turn a tide, to change a seasonnnI never wage a warnI cannot forsee a victorynSo how did I win yet still seem to surrender?nYou never follow fashionnWhen you follow my advicenShoot or be shot's the reason you're the victimnnA word, a word is all that's needednTo turn a tide, to change a seasonnnStanding on what's unspokennI am left alone and high nUpon a pedestal intent on fallingnClinging to what I've brokennBreaking the things I try to mendnSow what you say and reap what you regretnnA word, a word is all that's needednTo turn a tide, to change a season