sorry for me being me im not sorry to you im not vengeful im just me doing what i know how to do waking every morning to pain in my heart but you wouldn't understand your better then me your perfect me im a painted glass in a picture frame of sorrow that is who i am just a man digging with my hands to find my truth but it is gone again truth what is truth anyways does truth make us strong i wont lie for you are better then me who am i im a thought im made how can i be why do i do this to me take the knifes out of my back for i love you