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Nothing that's forced can ever be right |
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If it doesn't come naturally, leave it |
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That's what she said as she turned out the light |
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And we bent our backs as slaves of the night |
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Then she lowered her guard and showed me the scars |
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She got from trying to fight |
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Saying oh, you'd better believe it. |
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Well I'm up to my neck in the crumbling wreckage |
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Of all that |
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I wanted from life |
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When I looked for respect all |
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I got was neglect |
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Though I swallowed the line as a sign of the times |
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But dealing a jack from the back of the pack |
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They said-"You lose again" |
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Oh, I said, who needs it? |
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Well don't get me wrong now |
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I tried to get on |
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With the jokers that got in my way |
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And I put on a smile and |
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I tried all the while to be straight |
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But they just wanted more all the time and |
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I'm sure That you know what |
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I mean when |
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I say That |
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I'm sick of the touch and there's only so much you can take. |
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Well nothing that's real is ever for free |
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And you just have to pay for it sometime |
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She said it before, she said it to me |
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I suppose she believed there was nothing to see |
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But the same old four imaginary walls |
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She built for living inside |
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I said oh, you just can't mean it |
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Well there was never a doubt that she had to get out she was just looking around for a way |
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In the pit of the night there was nowhere to hide any more |
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She was out on a limb, she was reaching for things |
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That she wanted, but just couldn't say |
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And she had to be sure that she wouldn't get caught like before. |
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Well nothing that's forced can ever be right |
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If it doesn't come naturally, leave it |
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That's what she said as she turned out the light |
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And she may have been wrong, and she may have been right |
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But I woke with the frost, and noticed she'd lost |
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The veil that covered her eyes |
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I said oh, you can leave it. |
