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