Your evil eyes with your glass shaped prize  You smell of smoke with your dirty clothes  We're all afraid of your twelve-step stage  You lose control and you won't let go  You say we're weak, but you can't even speak  You scream your words and they don't flow  Your killer rage feels so much pain  You're one last tick of a time bomb  And I'll someday I will    Bleed the story of  The times you took from me  And I will bleed the story of  The youth you wasted me    I finalize that one last time I've gone away and found my home  You feel ashamed for the life you claim  We've said goodbye and you're all alone  You compromise with the letters you write  But ink is dry and we're way too strong  You give a rose for the stones you've thrown  And that's a shame 'cause you're to late    And I run on, run on, run on, run on out  'Cause I don't want to be that way  Running from the things I've seen running from the name of shame    My silver eyes with my brand new life  The memory stays as I go on  And all the seams that were ripped from me have bound their strands  And I'll do no harm  And someday I'll find a way to trade that pain  And all that's wrong about a man who raised his hand  And I can't get that out my head