This is my final question
Is this your chosen way?
I see you want it head-on
Another blind display
I thought you might be needing
So came to claim my prize
But you won’t give it up now
I wear your cuts and lies
You’re on the latest subject
I heard you made them smile
But you don’t seem to notice
That it’s gone out of style
I know you helped me over
You photographed my shame
And you can keep the laughter
Just give me back the pain
I can’t now
You won’t
I store me
You don’t
This is my final question
Is there no other way?
I see you made the distance
They let you have your say
You told me all the story
Helped celebrate your crimes
You wear my worn out glory
I wear your cuts and lies
Un-tie me
Just rip
Don’t let me
Lose grip
I can’t now
You won’t
I store me
You don’t