I'm sorry for all the shit that I've said
I'm sorry for direction that you;ve been led...

To all that helped me out
to all of who were always there...

Sometimes i want to go away
never live to see the next day...

In my hands i hold a box
in it are my secrets and thoughts...

You know it's interesting.
i was almost ready to forgive you...

Everyone knows and everyone hates
the drama and pain that the heart creates...

Once again, roll out the long sleeves
whisper, point, do whatever you please...

Look at me.
tell me what you see...

I realized something today
i found i fear the night...

You come and ask me
why it is i do not talk...

I find it ironic...
no really. i do...

My solemn oath, my knife
by this is give my word...