You don’t know where I’ve been.
You don’t know the mess I’m in.
The blade against my broken skin–
Falling right back where I begin.
Come back crawling like I do,
Only to be shamed by you.
We messed around–it’s nothing new.
Find someone else to do this to.
I’ve spent life looking back, you see,
Carrying chains so I can’t be freed,
And everything I tend to be
Is everything that’s wrong with me.
So wipe my memory of these lies,
Before I go and change my mind.
Once I stop trying to hide,
Soon enough, I will be fine.