All I was in front of you was half a face Eyes held back I let you pass without a trace But everyone comes to conclusions eventually That maybe what you didn't want to show them is what they will see All used up I let them take what was left I assumed that my good works had no effect Buy my way, or beg to play it's all the same But everyone comes to conclusions eventually That maybe what you didn't think to show them Is what they should see Worse that could happen is that you would choose what to turn into Turn into something that answers this question I offer to you That's all that you had to say