Who gave you exclusive right to be sad?
'Cause I'm not doing so well myself.
And when I should come around,
I really want to see you,
But I don't want to take the punishment
Of knowing that my loyalty
Serves only now to punish me
By knowing
I can't run away.
Who gave you fiat's grace to be angry
And gave me the word to keep mine inside?
Well, if I should come around,
I'm sure I really want to see you,
But I don't want to take the punishment
Of knowing that my loyalty
Is serving only now to punish me
By knowing I can't run away.
