Seven Years

Taking on seven years the holy ghost had left alone Test my arms, kick like crazy And I've been trying way to long Only if he could push his way off to fight you I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm 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 I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm not sure Getting my chest the story now ends I would find a way without you (Tell him his eyes see too clear) Don't treat me I'm to blame Don't treat me like I ever accused you