Through - George Michael

Is that enough?

I think it’s over

See, everything has changed

And all this hatred may just make me strong enough

To walk away

They may chase me to the ends of the earth

But I’ve got you babe

And they may strip me of the things that I’ve worked for

But I’ve had my say

So hear me now

I’ve enough of these chains

I know they’re of my making

No one else to blame for where I stand today

I’ve no memory of truth

But suddenly the audience is so cruel

So God, hey God you know why I’m through

Through

I guess it’s tough, I guess I’m older

And everything must change

But all this cruelty and money instead of love

People, have we no shame?

They may chase me to the ends of the earth

But I’ve got you babe

And they may take away the things that I’ve worked for

But you’ll pull me through

It’s so clear to me now

I’ve enough of these chains

Life is there for the taking

What kind of fool would remain in this cheap gilded cage

I’ve no memory of truth

But suddenly the audience is so cruel

Oh God, I’m sorry

I think I’m through

I think I’m through

I think I’m, I know I’m…