Victim of Crime

You can see but you can’t accept it
No matter how I try to illustrate
The books are closed
So there’s no point in asking
Why did you go?
And now I’m looking at the empty boxes
You left your fingerprints all over the walls
How could you be so bloody careless
Because now I know
You stole my collection of time
I don’t want to be a victim of crime
You pulled me over the line
Now I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine
I can feel, but I’ve no sensations
Yeah you can stab me every day of the week
I only feel a minor irritation
Because I’m easy to heal
You stole my collection of time
I don’t want to be a victim of crime
You pulled me over the line
Now I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine
Oh yeah I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine
And I don’t want to be a victim of crime
Oh yeah I’m taking back what’s rightfully mine
And I don’t want to be a victim of crime