I once wore your crown of thorns.
It wound me up so tight, I just couldn’t breath.
As I lay silent through all those endless fights.
I came to realise this just wasn’t me.

Now I’ve had enough of that. now I’m [bad word] back.
Your dead like a ghost now, and I’ve passed you by.

Don’t confess, they’ll try to catch you out and get inside your mind.
So you just can’t catch up.
I’ve both sides in the crossfire a thousand times
You’ll never get out alive if you sit and wait.

And if you keep on trying [bad word] then your time will [bad word] 
You want this so much but you keep getting burnt.
So sit down and shut up and nobody get hurt.
You never listened …you never learn.

‘The sweetest things soon all turn sour.’