The damage was done preemptively
Blame the force of these memories
Abstain all you want you can't shake your hold on me
Though you won't call me -- you play it right
Still my mind lingers in those nights
And you don't have to try to twist that knife
But if I look back I'll turn into a pillar of
If I look back I'll turn into a pillar of
If I look back I'll turn into a pillar of
Salt--
Not since the days of boys' tyranny
Over my heart was I so weak
Yet you see I would love to beg at your feet