The Willing Well IV: The Final Cut

In the final curtain call You left me here with the coldest of feelings Weight, kind, depression Blessing the floors with the places you've stepped in Will they ever measure up To the way you left? Here on the roadside The bloodiest cadaver Marked in your words: I'm the joke, I'm the bastard Here wait, so I guess that you knew That you're a selfish little whore I'm the selfish little whore If I had my way I'd crush your face in the door This is no beginning, yeah yeah This is the final cut, open up This is no beginning, yeah yeah This is the final cut, I'm in love