My scabs are almost picked Slowly growing into this Feelings I just can't let go I am such a bore that you need that much more Go back that way and see what you get from me then Nothing at all My dead hands rise Why am I this way? Face my past I can't let go I see them in the jel Laughing at me it is hell Nothing can stop this torture Fake my way through life Call on my wife Went back that way and I saw just what I was worth Nothing at all My dead hands rise Why am I this way? Face my past I can't let go I won't take no for an answer