Who gave you exclusive right to be sad? 'Cause I'm not doing so well myself. And when I should come around, I really want to see you, But I don't want to take the punishment Of knowing that my loyalty Serves only now to punish me By knowing I can't run away. Who gave you fiat's grace to be angry And gave me the word to keep mine inside? Well, if I should come around, I'm sure I really want to see you, But I don't want to take the punishment Of knowing that my loyalty Is serving only now to punish me By knowing I can't run away.