turn me off and turn me on with your haggard conditionsnin your copy/paste world of compelling renditionsnsalt in this woundnseason this scar for tomorrownnso I close my eyes in this lucid timensend my prayer for lifenimperfectionsnnif I were half the man I hope to ben(70 times 7)nI hate passionate pleasnbut I'll stay off this limbnI have to draw the line somewherenplease don't make this so painfulnnyou keep saying these things likenthis isn't me!nI swear I'm not like thisnbittersweet tragedyntrust must be earned - it's rare that it's given on creditnncold or notnforgiveness is a hard enough dish to serven