I am not afraid to own up to the fact,
That I have made enough mistakes,
For a thousand lifetimes.

And I am not afraid to accept the fact,
That the things I've done,
Have hurt enough people,
And shed enough blood,
To send me straight to hell.

And I am not afraid to admit to the fact,
That no matter how many times I try to make up for it,
My soul is lost,
My mind is lost,
And my heart is lost.

But if a messed up idiot like me,
Is still able to accept that some people are different,
And is still able to love them for who they are,
And doesn't judge people for where they came from or who they love,
Then why can't you?