All I was in front of you was half a face

Eyes held back I let you pass without a trace



But everyone comes to conclusions eventually

That maybe what you didn't want to show them is what they will see



All used up I let them take what was left

I assumed that my good works had no effect

Buy my way, or beg to play it's all the same



But everyone comes to conclusions eventually

That maybe what you didn't think to show them

Is what they should see

Worse that could happen is that you would choose what to turn into

Turn into something that answers this question I offer to you



That's all that you had to say