Watch me slowly explode

In an old, cold prison

Take the painting off my wall

And I'm back where I began

This story has a lot of turns

And alternative endings

Pick me up and glue me together

To the misfit I used to be



The beginning of tomorrow

Is a blessing for today

The end to my sorrow

And an end to this play



But I change and so will you

In your old, cold prison

I'll take the painting off your wall

Take you back where you began

This story has a lot of turns

But there's just one ending

If I reach out, did you fade away

Do you stand up and fight