If I were sure of something, it would be this:nyou were made for better things, for better days.nYou've been made in better ways.nnOoo, I'd break every bone in my head to see you ok.nnWhile you were dancing around your point, while you stalled, you gave up another plot.nYou gave up all your ground and you got nothing.nnOoo, my eyes are clear, my head is clear, my heart is clear.nMy heart is in your hands.nBut this is you in a corner; this is you in a mess.nThis is hardly even you at all.nnIt's the quiet after this that kills us, while you keep waiting for this to blow over.