| on the day of your death, but shortly before after so many years, i'll see you once more you're expecting "i love you"'s and "please don't go"'s but i'm here today to get back all the things you stole i want back my innocence; i want back my trust i want back my love; i want back myself, uncorrupt you'll blink and look bewildered and ask if i have kids i'll say yes and tell you, you'll never see them; And then You'll get sleepy and sentimental and whisper "Are you happy?" And i'll smile and nod and look at you with pity And i'll understand that you're pathetic and i'll understand that you're weak but i can't forgive you; it's not an apology i seek So when you are on your deathbed and i have years to go That's when i'll see you again and get back all the things you stole |
| THINGS YOU STOLE |