You may think that it doesn’t affect me
That I’m on the outside, looking in,
But something I’m sure you don’t realize
Is that I see every one of you, and all of your sins.
If I had a wound for every time that you’ve hurt me,
Right now I would surely be dead
I can’t hold back any longer
Already an ocean of tears I have shed.
You all are not horrible people
Somewhere deep down I know there is good
As morbid a thought as it may be,
Over your grave I wish that I stood.
Try as you might to discard it,
it’s something that I can’t forget
All the months that went by, they have scarred me
I’m hoping that you feel regret.
