Pardon Me

<br>I hate it when Im not polite<br>When its deserved its still not right<br>So I still wish you better days<br>Though I dislike you anyway<br>It doesnt mean I cant be courteous<br>I get uptight and nervous and tense<br>Small things tend to become immense<br>Im just beginning to unwind<br>So if I seem to be unkind<br>It isnt really me thats talking<br><br>My heads connected to my heart<br>And I just cant pull them apart<br>Although they know each other well<br>The odds are slim that they will gel<br>The just dont seem to go together