I can't forget mistakes I made when I was ten
Even though still a kid
The way they'll remember haunts me
The way I have to try to just talk without a lie
Because I want, to look as normal in their eyes
And I'm tired of putting myself out there just to get stabbed in the back
Where I have far too many wound
Then I start to see the pattern, how it's in my mind
And I make enemies, so I won't have to choose
And all of this time, they're the good guys
And I'm the one who's made run away
Then I sympathize with myself, feed my demise
Like clockwork it's making me insane
And I'm scared the clock has struck
With my hands being empty and my mind being full of regret
And I wish I, could tell you things
But my heart is heavy, and I really care what you think