• Walking throught that open door,
    seeing all the broken glass,
    reminds me of what i did to you,
    shows me my true past.
    Was i really that bad,
    am i still today?
    Fear for wat i did to you,
    makes me want to run away.
    Regreting all the things i've done,
    wanting it all to change,
    wishing how you treated me,
    and how i treated you was the same.
    I have grown some now,
    and i look back too see,
    you neve did anything wrong,
    no; never; not to me,
    The pain i feal inside for this,
    is worse then you could imagine,
    My head fills with the memories of me being pissed,
    did that really happen?
    The words i said,
    the anger i still carry.
    Why did i do this to you,
    why did i say such horrid things?
    I'm lost,
    i'm confused,
    i have nowhere else to go.
    I'll stand here with this loaded gun,
    wanting to take the pain away.
    I will take this monster out of this world.
    I never really wanted to hurt you,
    and hurting myself didn't work anymore.
    If this rope around my neck is true,
    It will stop me suddenly before i hit the floor.
    It is true this world is not for me,
    so stop my heart and let me fly free.