• This pain of knowing the gaping hole i've made
    In these hearts of hope within the people
    That I choose to save
    The look of betrayal I see in their eyes,
    hurts less than this standard I've failed to reach
    this disappointment that I've made, I feel I cannot break.

    Though this betrayal I've felt I've made still lingers
    they still let my stand by their side..
    Why do they run this risk?
    Of being hurt yet again?
    I do not know, but I wish they'd run
    from my shame and my disgrace.

    This feeling I know is not just for them, I feel it on myself
    This hatred this disgust upon myself,
    why must I continue to live?
    I've failed my parents, I've failed my friends, I've failed myself.
    Who else must I betray?

    My love, my hope, can he exist?
    To save me from myself?
    To change this disgust to admiration
    Be my salvation from this hate.
    Can one do such a thing?
    For one such as I?
    Let me break free of this wreck
    of a hell that I've made myself.