For better or worse I lay my heart in a hearst If you think I would hurt or desert you I vow to use words, every letter straight or curved To prove I'm the one who deserves you Been haunted by these miscarried memories Feeling still born, waking up in the morn To a white bu*ton up black slack uniform Conforming to the boring 'Til you whispered me a warning Informing me I had to settle the score And since then it's for you I'm performing I really hope that you're proud of me