My whole life I've played victim Claimed the innocent one That's not right, Truth is I was the one with the gun
Caught in the act, red handed What do I do now When who I am catches up With all the things that I’ve done?
I've been looking for love in all the wrong places Trusting every soft hand And too many kind faces
But here we go again I thought you were the one, How do I cope with loss When it was me who fucked up? I’m still not over you, and I’ll never be. I still trace back the guilt; it always starts with me. So what now? I guess it’s back to the gallows.
Relax? Relax? Don't fucking tell me that. After I pulled out the knife That you left in my back. Fine? Fine? Don't fucking waste my time. Because of you I lost all my friends And I'm losing my mind.
Life forced blame down my throat Filled my stomach with guilt Put my conscience to sleep And loaded my palms with these pills One by one they go down But they don’t fucking make a change How do I find peace of mind when I’m fucking deranged?