Pointed speech just flows right through my head
Leaving me with wounds from what you said
There is one thing that I can plainly see
A hundred faces making fun of me
(Chorus)
Leave me alone
Can't you hear me
Leave me to my only piece of ground
You've beaten me till I can't make a sound
The things I want just will not come around
Some you talk to just will stop and stare
Picking up the pieces here and there
Mixed into the ground around my feet
Looking for what's there to let me speak
(Chorus)
(Instrumental break)
(Chorus)
(Instrumental climax)
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