You’ll never convince me You’re afraid of my wrath When what I know is You’re afraid of choosing Our predestined path
Always wanting but afraid of more Always denying what you refuse to see You fear yourself; the awesome power Of what you might still yet be . . . Not me, my man, not me.
Who makes you Keep paying the cost That sends you running back Like a ******* Cutting her loss
Forever cursed by your thirst Wanting that elusive something You continue you seek . . . Hard climbing unable to find The perfect peak
You believe your voice Will find what you seek Why then do you sing with tears of sorrow Running down your cheek
You still convince your mirror As you’ve done before By breathing substance Into shadows That follow you Like a dedicated *****
Who dances circles ‘round your past Who wrote the script with you miscast Lord Robert . . . . I think not Court Jester better fits the plot
You assume you’d offered me something new Like an exotic spice added to your secret stew How much of that stew is a repetition Spoonfuls of hope you spoon fed me too?
Circling around yourself A dance you’ve done before Giving substance to shadows Always wanting but afraid To accept more . . .
Soon you know I must leave To save myself . . . I can’t afford to keep looking behind I didn’t set out to crucify your mind
Words from me to you were given a voice Call it heaven’s intervention Spiked with loving intention Believe me, I wasn't left a choice
Grow some wings Dare to fly . . . 'Cuz the saddest word Your soul keeps hearing Is your repeating The word 'Goodbye'