seeing you here,
I'm sure that there's things left on your chest
I know I haven't been that much of anything

you should know that you raised me well

I cant pretend to have any friends

they all feel the same as you do

how can I make you

make you proud of me

all that you gave me, was meant to save me

from the sickness that's inside my head
how can I blame you
I'm not ashamed to

I'm better off left here for dead

you sent me away to a terrible place

perhaps its where I belong
I cant even lie its no big surprise
that you don't even want me there


how can I make you
make you proud of me


all that you gave me
was meant to save me

from the sickness that's inside my head
how can I blame you
I'm not ashamed to

I'm better off left here for dead

all that you gave me, was meant to save me

from the sickness that's inside my head
how can I blame you?
I'm not ashamed to

I'm better off left here for dead