The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut

In the final curtain call You left me here with the coldest of feelings Weight, kind, depression Blessing the floor with the places you've stepped in Will they ever measure up to the way you left me? Here by the roadside The bloodiest cadaver marked in your words I'm the joke, I'm the bastard Here wait, so I guess that you knew That you're a selfish little whore I'm the selfish little whore If I had my way, I'd crush your face in the door But this is no beginning, yeah, yeah, hey This is the final cut, open up This is no beginning, yeah, yeah, hey This is the final cut, I'm in love