Stepping out the door - found myself alone,
No-one here to help me, someone on the phone,
Across the street from me - many passing by,
No-one looked across now, there was nothing there to find,
Carrying on the fight - a fight I fight alone,
I was little in the way of power or control,
It was the dark, a creature of the night,
Hiding out the doorways, cowering in fright,
If I sold you out - tell me, how would you react?
Would you ever grant forgiveness, would there be no going back?
Are you keeping up the fight - are you ever giving in?
How long will this charade last, ‘cause it’s wearing very thin? I find...
Something that I’d found before,
A thing that would help me pick myself off the floor,
So low - a tradition to the top,
Dodging out the side streets - hiding from the cop,
Drove to the front, opened the door,
Stepped inside and fell to the floor,
This thing was worse than I’d though that it would be,
No-one to help me, the responsibility,
If I sold you out - tell me, how would you react?.....
Standing by the desk of an important man,
He stood there in a suit and cruelly shook me by the hand,
I knew my job was coming, what I had to do,
I looked across at my new enemy and saw him through,
Nothing left for me but to get out of the way,
The door slammed shut behind me - there was nowhere to play,
Hiding in the side streets, I slipped back to my car,
I didn’t know where I was going - just that it was far
If I sold you out - tell me, how would you react?.....