I would have sailed away, if I'd known that nothing
would change
Starting out my window sill, in my wasted prison cell

And I know what you want
And I know what you feel
As I cradle your loving
And watch you disappear

And I feel your heart beat, pounding in my head
I'd like to control you, 'cause I can't control myself
 [bad word] my way, mold my head like a ball of clay
Softly wither into my grave, never to see the sun again

All alone in a crowd by myself, so sorry wish I could
Find a way
Back into your hole again but, I've [bad word] your enemy