To you. Separation, only to put it down.To you. Desperation, only to be around.So on and so under, misdirected in other words.Always I wonder, is there anything I can do for you?Anything I can do? Well I can do anything…To some, Iâve been singled out, always I take your fall.To some, sane and broken down,All weâve left is dropping around you.And you know these lines theyâre open ended.These books were meant to be followed,And your rules left to be read…Is there anything I can do?I can do anything. I can do anything,Itâs vulgar before me…Is there anything I can do?I can do anything. I can do anythingVulgar before me, Vulgar before me.