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growing up it was just me and my mom against the world |
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and all my sympathies were with her when i was a little girl |
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and i've seen both my parents play out the hands that they were dealt |
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as each year goes by i know more about how my father must have felt |
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i just want you to understand that i know what all the fighting was for |
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and i just want you to understand that i'm not angry anymore |
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no i'm not angry anymore |
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she taught me how to wage cold war with quiet charm |
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but i just want to walk through my life unarmed |
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to accept and just get by like my father learned to do |
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but without all the acceptance and getting by that got my father through |
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i just want you to understand that i know what all the fighting was for |
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and i just want you to understand that i'm not angry anymore |
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no i'm not angry anymore |
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night falls like people into love |
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and we generate our own light to compensate |
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for the lack of light from above |
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and every time we fight a cold wind blows our way |
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but we can learn like the trees how to bend |
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how to sway and say |
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i, i think i understand what all this fighting is for |
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and baby i just want you to understand that i'm not angry anymore |
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no i'm not angry anymore |
