THE WAY I LIVED
THE THINGS I NEVER WANTED

BLOOD ON MY HANDS
BLOOD AT MY FEET

AS I TALK TO MYSELF EACH DAY
PRAYING FOR THE RAIN OF MISERY TO STOP
YET, I STILL WALKED IN THE RAIN

AS I WALLOWED IN SELF PITY
YET I WOULD NEVER STOP
LIFE MEANT NOTHING
NOT EVEN TO MYSELF

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT WAS ME
I'M ONLY A STRANGER
IN BRIEF MEMORIES

I MAY TO LOOK BACK
I WILL IF I MUST

ONLY TO KNOW
I HATE THAT STUFF