Bloody Angles

These are definite borders But they have very short walls When you're stunned gets tough to figure which side your on Is it a fact or a fragment Is this love or control Well it's all a target if you keep staring through a scope I can't read your signals Are we turning cheeks or tables Will our hands find one another? Will we wash them off each other? Friend or foe? When the wounds started showing? What we keep to ourselves We turned on each other and it all went to hell In the confusion Shots from the bloodiest angles yet its friendly fire But we're bleeding out just the same from it What good's this white flag? When it's dripping with red I can't read your signals are we turning cheeks or tables Will our hands find one another? Will we wash them off each other? Are you a friend or foe? Are you a friend or foe? I won't hate you, you are not my enemy I won't hate you, you are not my enemy For all that you've taken I still get to make this decision I won't hate you, I'm not your enemy I won't hate you