One day you woke up ten years older Taken prisoner like a soldier You left your home for what seemed noble Give anything to do it over Alone now, there
You can take it all The gifts you gave Even rip the pictures off the wall They're yours now, cause I know you need them The one thing that I wanted
You, you don't belong In this prison-like hospital But I feel so responsible And I know you feel ashamed Just show me what you started with, that blade
I was six years her elder She had yet to give herself away Just moved from Jersey to Hell's Kitchen Thirty-ninth just west of Broadway Selling my soul
