Where do you go When you leave me? Is your absence neglect Or animosity? Left in the lurch High and dry I stitch myself back up And take it in my stride Is it something I did? Why do I feel guilty? My penance is stained By my own hostility Trying not to defame I constrain my conscience We are not the same And we never will be Speak of the devil Thorns in my side As I begin to cope Wont cope Your call it starts to arise Denied Shrieks leave me bedridden Wont cope, denied I creak as you pass by Shadows follow whats missing And darkness writhes So leave me as a recluse I call for aid, but only get an excuse So leave me as a recluse I call for aid, but only get an excuse Is it something I did? Why do I feel guilty? My penance is stained By my own hostility Trying not to defame I constrain my conscience So leave me as a recluse I call for aid, but only get an excuse