• It was inside of me,
    Inside of my heart,
    The darkness that made me,
    Fall apart,
    It was my life,
    My reason for living;
    The darkness that stole,
    My life's only meaning;
    It was me,
    And my pour tourtured soul,
    That carved in my heart,
    This jagged hole;
    It was forhim,
    That I have everything up;
    It was his love,
    That filled my cup;
    It was my fault,
    Yes, it's true;
    It's wasn't him,
    Not him or you.
    And still I pass the blame,
    On down the road,
    Afraid if I take it,
    Everyone will know;
    What I did,
    Was horrible and wrong,
    But when I did it,
    It made me feel strong;
    I shouldn't have done it,
    But how good it felt!
    To stare in the fire,
    And watch my soul melt;
    I closed the doors,
    Locked them shut,
    Ruined my life,
    With one little cut