Your hands were broken
But you wouldn't cry out
As we tore your heart apart
Should I thought of you with sadness?

Or a small, small, price to pay
But you should have known better
Oh, I admit to no wrong!

You should have understood
I had no choice, no choice
All winter

You told me, "it's never enough to stay still"
I thought you'd be proud of me
Should I spell it out, spell it out now?

You'll never be good enough
So I'm getting out, getting out now