Oh, I’ll point many a finger
In order to right these wrongs
But for her I’ll reserve
The most passion and verve
And the sharpest of razor like tongues
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Oh, I’ll point many a finger
In order to right these wrongs
But for her I’ll reserve
The most passion and verve
And the sharpest of razor like tongues
You think you know me so well
Yet you haven’t got a clue
For if you did
You’d see how I hid
All that I was from you