The Hand Of Your Raising

Is it your nature to be kind
Or just the hand of your raising?
I didn't know you before I met you
I don't know if I know you now

It was in the morning when you left
After a night of talking nonsense
I hated for you to leave like that
But I watched you go out nonetheless

Now I feel red like the carpet
On my bedroom floor
Full of loaded words and nothing
I ain't heard from you before

Should I have followed you out the door
Instead of holding it all open?
Like the way that you held me not so long ago
I wear my cards on my sleeve
But you leave yours in the shadows
Looming so deep and in darkness
Do you think that I could see?
Now I feel red like the carpet
On my bedroom floor
Full of loaded words and nothing
I ain't heard from you before
Now I feel red like the carpet
On my bedroom floor
And I'm not sure how I should write you anymore

Is it your nature to be kind
Or just the hand of your raising?