Pointed speech just flows right through my head

Leaving me with wounds from what you said

There is one thing that I can plainly see

A hundred faces making fun of me



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Leave me alone

Can't you hear me

Leave me to my only piece of ground

You've beaten me till I can't make a sound

The things I want just will not come around





Some you talk to just will stop and stare

Picking up the pieces here and there

Mixed into the ground around my feet

Looking for what's there to let me speak



(Chorus)



(Instrumental break)





(Chorus)





(Instrumental climax)