Good intentions are the best
For most engagements
I try hard to stay out of most conversations
I believe that it starts with good intentions
Somehow always ends with obvious accusations

I will do my best to try and sort this out
It can't get any worse, than what I've felt

Whoa, after everything I did for you
Whoa, what I thought was fireproof

Throw me away at your leisure
Why have I noticed your smile

If you're hearing this I want you to remember
I am just a man haunted by past endeavors
And I'll smile and I'll wave for the camera
Use me or throw me out, I don't care anymore
What a whore!

Whoa, after everything I did for you
Whoa, what I thought was fireproof
Whoa, after everything I did for you
Whoa, what I thought was fireproof

Throw me away at your leisure
Why have I noticed your smile
My fire burns from the inside
From my insides out

You can't change
The consequences of treason
Time won't fade
The scars you left for no reason
You can't change
The consequences of treason
Time won't fade
The scars you left for no reason

How can you turn your back on me
After everything I did for you?
How could you burn so easily
What I thought was fireproof?
No!

From the bottom of my heart
I want you to know
That you have only made me stronger, whoa
And from the top of my lungs
I will scream this louder, whoa
If there's anyone out there
Who feels the same as I do, as we do
Then sing with me and make this true

I pushed too hard
All my friends said I was making mistakes
But I followed my heart (I followed my heart)
Even when it led me the wrong way
I went too far
All my friends said I was making mistakes
But I follow my heart
Even when it leads me the wrong way

[spoken:]
I am the man that has seen affliction
By the rod of his wrath
He has led me, and brought me into darkness
But not into light
Surely against me is he turned
He turns his hand against me all the day
My flesh and my skin has he made old
He has broken my bones

He has built against me
And compassed me with gall and travail
He has set me in dark places
As they that be dead of old
He has hedged me about
That I cannot get out
He has made my chain heavy
Also when I cry and shout
He shuts out my prayer

He has enclosed my ways with hewn stone
He has made my paths crooked
He was to me as a bear lying in wait
And as a lion in secret places
He has turned aside my ways
And pulled me in pieces
He has made me desolate
He has bent his bow
And set me as a mark for the arrow

He has caused the arrows of his quiver
To enter into my reins
I was a derision to all my people
And their song all the day
He has filled me with bitterness
He has made me drunken with wormwood