Look back at the grave

There's something i been wondering, ever if it hurts me to keep thinking, the ghost of my mistakes won't stop for me, again and again; i know where this lead

Unaware animosity and wasted sympathy, peeling off my skin, so. It's begins. Do what you want, you can't deny, it's could end up being my demise. Antisocial child, who can't afford to save the wild, what ever could i have done, i was naive. Still don't forgive me, I'm already suffering, i knew deep down i would mess up every day.

It's all your fault, all those people are gone could of you. And me too, i cause enough problem just be near all of you.

Why can i move on? Feel so close before it's falled. Let this torture one just be gone. I know i never belong. It's would have been better, maybe it's still be here if you never meet me. Yet it's could been way worse, maybe if worth the hurt we all endure.

Days we joked around, are lost and never found,i want to help now I'm left to weep, missing the time i believe in you.