faith

Bruce Dickinson

You knew I wouldn?t go, that?s why you threatened me,
would I stay?
Said I was sick and I?d be alone, said my mind was not my own
I didn?t learn...
You crawled up on your knees, a victim?s pretty-please
Would I stay? Would I stay? And I stayed...

How many more times till I broke down
from that guilty mess?
You taught me to hate to love you,
that?s because you love to hate yourself

I wish it had a happy end, like the fairy tales pretend
there can be
But things are not the same when your life love was a game
of make-believe
You?ve got everything you want, but not everything you need
and it?s true - you receive what you achieve

How many screaming fights, tears of rage, until it ended?
How many more times till I say who I am and don?t pretend?

How many more times till I broke out of that guilty mess?
How many more times till I say who I am and don?t pretend?