living in nostalgia filled wanderings
& a guilt that creeps under my skin in agony
what grand expressions
could ever take that **** away?
it's a part of me, it's a tick in me
not capable of going away...

but it can be accepted
or stay rejected
and infected
and directed to attack
only when I want my old self back

and

I could give honest explanations
to the people that deserve them
but so much time has passed
I understand why they wouldn't want one
because I wouldn't want one either...
I'm already convinced that you're the sinner
and I'm not a saint who knows you better
but I wouldn't have done what you did to me, either...

and

I'm lonely
I know I make myself that way
I shake it off every night
and wake up to it every day

I'm not afraid of my demons,
they look like yours,
only this time I can see them...
they move in the shadows
that I formed myself to free them