I DON'T SEE YOU LIKE I SHOULD
YOU LOOK SO MISUNDERSTOOD
AND I WISH I COULD HELP
BUT IT'S HARD WHEN I HATE MYSELF
PRAY TO GOD WITH MY ARMS OPEN
IF THIS IS IT, THEN I FEEL HOPELESS
AND I WISH I COULD HELP
BUT IT'S HARD WHEN I HATE MYSELF; I WALK THROUGH THE ASHES OF MY PASSIONS
REMINISCIN' WITH THE BAGGAGE IN MY CASKET
GET LOST IN THE QUESTIONS I CAN'T ANSWER
CAN'T STAND WHO I AM, BUT IT DON'T MATTER
WE SCREAM TO BE FREE, BUT I STAY CAPTURED
KNEE-DEEP IN DEFEAT OF MY OWN ACTIONS