Taking on seven years the holy ghost had left alone
  Test my arms, kick like crazy
  And Ive been trying way to long
  only if he could push his way off to fight you
  im sorry, im sorry, im not sure
  Getting off my chest
  the story ends
  I would find a way without you
  (tell him his eyes see too clear)
  That mistake was gold
  I know that without you
  its something that I could never do
  that was why staple the eyes and
  seven dates for me to sell machines
  and tear on
  seven years you assured me
  that Id be fine if I complied
  only push the way off to fight you
  Im sorry Im sorry im not sure
  getting my chest the story now ends
  I would find a way without you
  (tell him his eyes see too clear)
    Dont treat me Im to blame
  Dont treat me like I ever accused you