Why are my intentions so wrong?
I had accepted this to my mind and soul,
“Whatever may come, we were destined to be close.”
Turned out my actions voiced more than what’s inside.
I am no Batman, so it’s not what I do that defines me;
It’s my intentions that cast and mould me.
At first I was the same- judged you on how you behaved.
But when I started looking through your anger, you decided to put yourself aside from your own motion.
I seem to have made a choice, but how could you be so sure of what it was?
You decided to see what it looked like to you, did you bother scouting for what’s beyond?
What you’ve done.
You had no intentions of doing wrong to me;
Since you though...