Blind eye Don't want to know why Stay in my issue Using up tissues
What's behind the abuse The frustration, accusations, mis-use Don't look at me they said It was him, not me she pled She caused this, it's all in her head
What would I be without my pain For what else could I use my brain Than to go over and over the past I can only be a victim if I finish last
Strip me bare I say Take my roles and my history away See who will love the true me then When my essence remains and I have faced my own sin