Let's face what makes you itch.
I have a story to tell and I don't share it very well.
I have a past that created a bitch.
I lost myself along the way,
and I'm searching while I pray.
I want to feel whole again,
I want to take back my sin.
I hold guilt and envy for those around me.
You see, I was once abused.
I was once, beaten and abused.
And left to face the truth,
of who I thought was my knight in shining armor,
was the devil disguised to harm her.
I loved a man who sold his soul.
I loved a man who had no shame in his eyes.
I loved a man who had the devil disguised.
I lost my trust, my lust and my passion.
I lost myself, I started crashing.
I sat for hours, then days, then weeks.
The mistake that lead us to your death,
the mistakes that caused me to loose my breath,
I didn't even say goodbye.
I was able to look at your body one last time,
and I think I even regret that.
Memories, Im great at pacing
I didn't know the devil was telling you to go.
I didn't know we wouldn't ever see the snow,
in the mountains we dreamed of,
changing our life and trying to change.
But you left and I had to arrange
The funeral of the man who took his life
Face it, when will I be able to face myself in the mirror
and see the girl I always thought I knew.