Beating little brothers out of love There is still a violence that I'm feeding Compensating for fear that I'm not tough Finding tiny little brothers within me I'm not always right and I'm not always wrong Now I have become those bruises on your arm It was for reasons, I believe in We're all made from an act of love For every time I hit him I beg he gets it I was picked on so I could protect him I'm not always right and I'm not always wrong Now I have become those bruises on your arm I'm not always right and I'm not always wrong Now I have become those bruises on your arm Ooooo On your arms