If the lies don’t touch you, the truth will. If I can’t love you, then who will? When your friends are jumping ship, when your crown begins to slip, and loyalty’s not a virtue; who are you going to turn to? When you’ve seem to’ve lost your grip, and the road begins to rip—I held your hand, is this the thanks I get? I took you in, is this the thanks I get? Half a chance, the thanks I get… a twist of plans, is this the thanks I get?