Tilbrook You found yourself in a spot so low It seemed there was nowhere else to go I hope you're in a happier place Where all the things that you couldn't say aren't worth saying But I wish you could've said. Hands up, I need help, I'm in some trouble I think I'm seeing clearly but I know that I'm muddled I don't know where to go and I don't know which way to turn It's turning out to be a mess and I'm too old to learn. And I don't know where to look, I don't know how to heal Everything that's happening just doesn't seem real I've tried all I can, perhaps it's not enough I know it's been bad before but never this tough. Should I start again? Now that would be hard, the hand I've been dealt Is from a fixed pack of cards facing one direction The fickle finger of pain always pointing at me And I am so ashamed. And I don't like who I am, I don't like how I feel I don't like where it's leading to, the whole thing's a bad deal I've tried all I can, perhaps that's not enough I'm getting out of here if you don't like it. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But for what it's worth There'll be no blame soon I'm going to leave I'm going to leave