They hate you, they will always hate you.
Its your fault too, because they don't understand you.
How could they? They never take the time to understand;
that the pain in your heart is suffocating you.

You're way too nice, and hang around them.
They smile too and use you as a pawn.
They pretend to be friends and wait for that moment,
So you can take the fall and they toss you away.

It's your fault, it's always your fault!
Even when its not, you still take the blame.
Why can't I speak or protest?
Where is my voice, my pride, my happiness?

It's your fault… No go away!
I wont listen… I cant listen.
I have a life to live, I cant let you ruin it!
Stop talking to me, I've done nothing wrong!

But, that's the base of the problem now isn't it?
I take the blame for something… anything… everything!
Where is my escape from this hate, my way out of this darkness?
Where is my hope, my freedom, my life?

I once considered that dark, forsaken path so long ago.
It tempted me and toyed with me, coaxing me to go.
I strayed from that trail, and found new hope.
I still have much to do, but that was long ago.

Where is that hope now? Now that those thoughts returned?
Its a flood of wishes of release that I yearn.
If I go there's no going back…
But I can't go. So I guess I have to fight back…