Woorden: Bruce Dickinson. Skunkworks. Faith.

You knew I wouldn?t go
That?s why you threatened me, would I stay?
Said, "I was sick, and I?d be alone"
Said, "My mind was not my own", I didn?t learn
You crawled up on your knees
A victim?s pretty please
Would I stay? Would I stay? And I stayed

How many more times till I broke down from that guilty mess?
You taught me to hate to love you
That?s because you love to hate yourself

I wish it had a happy end
Like the fairy tales pretend there can be
But things are not the same
When your life love was a game of make believe
You?ve got everything you want
But not everything you need and it?s true
You receive what you achieve

How many screaming fights, tears of rage until it ended?
How many more times till I say who I am and don?t pretend?

How many more times till I broke out of that guilty mess?
How many more times till I say who I am and don?t pretend?