Your redemption was to make me feel sorry -- Well, I'm not sorry anymore. What you "felt like" is what you are; I'm not sorry for that. I am not the one who stabs backs I am not the one who can lie with a straight face because I've had so much "practice" I am not the spoiled egg who needs an entourage And I am not sorry for what you've made of yourself. You used dialogue to mask threats to sink me -- Well I'm not listening anymore. I've seen what you look like under the stage paint, What writhes under your skin, And my eyes have never lied to me.