Life in third person is hollow,
that face you learn to disguise.
Nowhere to run, just accept what you've become.
Your smile belies, what's exposed by your eyes.

Turns out that I am,
more than merely demented implies.
Stigma attached with psychoses to match
It's a wonder that I'm still alive.

I can never forgive myself,
for what I put you through.
You'll never feel that way again.

Unnecessarily guilty,
situations beyond your control.
No blame to place, if I could, I'd erase
all the hardships, I've nailed to your souls.

You owe me nothing,
yet continue to give me your all.
Attempting to atone, can't do this on my own.
There's no way you could have known.

Call the authorities,
this boy's gone mad!

CHORUS:
I can never forgive myself,
for what I put you through.
You'll never feel that way again.

I can never repay, everyday
you two've seen me through.
You'll never feel that way again.

BRIDGE:
Please don't think I take for granted,
that you never, never left me stranded.
You could have lost your faith, abandoned hope,
turned your backs, long ago.

-CHORUS-