All these songs sing our story;
They tell it like you would,
But the listeners don’t know
everything that they should.

They don’t know the dull pain
that is slowly killing me inside;
They don’t know the sleepless nights,
those dreams through which I’ve cried.
They don’t know how much
I’ve fallen in my own eyes,
They don’t know how much
I want to take back all the lies.
They don’t know that as I write this
tears pace down my face.
They will never know what it means
to live through this disgrace.

This is my punishment,
This regret I wake up with every morning,
This burden of mistakes from my past
that will never be forgotten.