Turn me off and turn me on with your haggard conditions   in your copy/paste world of compelling renditions   salt in this wound   season this scar for tomorrow      so I close my eyes in this lucid time   send my prayer for life   imperfections      if I were half the man I hope to be   (70 times 7)   I hate passionate pleas   but I'll stay off this limb   I have to draw the line somewhere   please don't make this so painful      you keep saying these things like   "this isn't me!"   "I swear I'm not like this"   bittersweet tragedy   trust must be earned - it's rare that it's given on credit      cold or not   forgiveness is a hard enough dish to serve