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 jel

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