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