You can't seem to find the words to say just how you feel.
The pain is ever growing since I made it feel unreal.
You try to see how I'm doing almost every day.
I pray that you will soon take this hurt away.
You can still see me lying there among that crumpled heap.
You wish that you could close your eyes and this memory will delete.
It haunts your every waking hour and in every wink of sleep.
Ever losing grip on sanity no longer mine to keep.
You would give mostly anything if you could just rewrite history.
Cause in your heart you know that I should be here instead of you, you see?
In your cell, your private Hell, locked inside your head.
If I hadn't gone down the wrong path, then I would not be dead.