I tried to be what you wanted me to be.
But I am a failure, I must be incomplete.
And when I tried to do what was right
and innocent person got torn from my sight.
So how can I ever want to do good again?
When my goodness kills much more quickly than sin?
It was a murder, not suicide.
It should have been me that got punished and died.
But you let him take his life by his hands
While I tried so hard just to meet your demands.
Now I will be haunted every day of my life,
never making decisions or getting past this great strife,
And always looking for a face that will never be there
Because I tried to please you. Do you even care?
And from all I’ve been taught, what hope do I have
but to live out a short life until I breath my last?