As i sit in this room
reminiscing about the past...

U say it helps 2 cut
When all u r doing is bringing more pain...

The day u said goodbye
cut deeper than any dagger you could throw...

You said you would stay
You said we were friends...

U looked into my eyes
And saw thoughts race through my mind...

Why do these memories replay
In this little mind of mine...

U say I changed
U say I am different from what I was...

Give me a paper and pen
So i can write about my life of sin...