Your hands were broken
But you wouldn't cry out
As we tore your heart apart
Should I thought of you with sadness?
Or a small, small, price to pay...
But you should have known better
oh, I admit to no wrong!
You should have understood
I had no choice, no choice
All winter
You told me, "It's never enough to stay still"
I thought you'd be proud of me
Should I spell it out, spell it out now?
You'll never be good enough
So i'm getting out, getting out now