Hurts me right where I left you,
I don't mean to be obscene,
But I am a criminal in this place,
For my mistake was being born a failure...
They might had put me on a cross but I wasn't noble enough,
Kind of me belongs in a pile of shameful death,
Or a hanging no one saw,
Or a suicide completely justified.
Hurts me where I screamed at you,
My agony was beyond control,
Your patience is across reasoning,
Do I have a naive smile,
Which is causing me to lose all my bets?
Do you feel what it's like to be a part of your own somberness?
Do you ever cry listening to your own head?
Has it been any good days for you?
Is your progression all happens in darkness?
Your praying has stopped,
Did you stopped seeking for answers?
Is there no god left for you?
Have you become that princely in your opinion?
We are a pile of dead,
How can you be any different?
You're dead, so just shut up!
Hurts me where I think of you,
I might had just given up...