To be sentenced to a life like this, will bring you under A glimpse of gold on crooked roads, is lying under As crippled as I might have been, it's all erased, it's all in the way of sympathy, will bring you under Compa**ion leads me to the scene, that's you been telling me, but I belong but not whit these I wanted to be free but not like this And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away don't feel the scars, see the stars as I'm walking away A bridge is torn by the thorn, as I'm walk in a stray I leave the stars, for the cars as I'm walking away And I belong, but I'm walking away and I'll be gone before the fall And I belong
To be sentenced to a life like this, will bring you under A glimpse of gold on crooked roads, is lying under As crippled as I might have been, it's all erased, it's all in the way of sympathy, will bring you under Traps and leads in to the scene, that's you been telling me, but I belong but not whit these I wanted to be free but not like this And I'll be torn in the storm as I'm walking away don't feel the scars, see the stars as I'm walking away A bridge is torn by the thorn, as I'm walk in a stray I leave the stars, for the cars as I'm walking away And I belong, but I'm walking away and I'll be gone before the fall And I belong