My scabs are almost picked   Slowly growing into this, feelings I just can't let go   I am such a bore that you need that much more   Go back that way and see what you get from me then      Nothing at all, my dead hands rise   Why am I this way?   Face my past I can't let go   I see them in the gel      Laughing at me it is hell   Nothing can stop this torture   Fake my way through life, call on me my wife   Went back that way and I saw just what I was worth      Nothing at all, my dead hands rise   Why am I this way?   Face my past I can't let go   I won't take no for an answer