For all that I have done
I could rage I could purge I could put an end to the world I could stoke I could burn with the pain that I feel For all that I have done But what good would come from such a thing Only to blind all the pain in a haze of hate And forget all that was good I could hide behind walls and say to them all that I am protecting myself I could lie I could run from the pain thats inside To an end that is without hope But I cannot do this as others seem able for I have not the strength any longer So I will cry I will hurt and I will feel the pain For all that I have done Until I make it right