One Day Early But Way Too Late Shut out, locked inside All I see is suicide Slender cuts tear me apart Shallow cuts plunge deep into my heart Hopeless, helpless, chained to the wall I scream, I yell, I see you fall I pull, I wrench, I heave No matter what I do I can not leave I must go, I must not see But it’s right there in front of me Another image for a tormented mind An agonizing pain that’s one of a kind Choked by me fears, held fast by my guilt I have to watch as you wither and wilt Fie this life, Fie my fate One day early, but way too late One Kiss A moment of pleasure A night of torment I need to be sure But it won’t relent I’m just like one of them Who’ve caused so much pain I’ve become one of them Turned from Abel to Cain I know what I know And I know what you need I knew all the warnings The ones I didn’t heed Good guys finish last… Why must the good guy always finish last Why must he be hurt? Why must he be hated for what he tries to do Why must they be curt? Is it pride, or jealousy? Hating him for what they “can not be” Nobody’s perfect, I certainly am not Yet I’m still a part of your sick little plot Part of you picture, of what the world seems to be There’s you with everyone else, and then there’s me I’m the “perfect” scapegoat after all I’m the “perfect” one to take the fall What you don’t want to know You say you want to know What I think inside my head But you don’t want to know You want a lie instead I’m not as perfect As you make me out to be Inside I am wrecked Messed up and unhappy My dreams are your nightmares My thoughts are your fears The voice inside my head Is one you never want to hear What you don’t want to hear I’m sorry for the things I didn’t do for you I’m sorry for all the things That I can not undue I’m sorry for feeling this way I know you’ll hate it more But there’s nothing I can say That won’t make you hate me more What you don’t want to see There’s something I tried to reveal Something I wanted to show I wanted you to see that that it was real I wanted you to see that I know I want you to see things from my point of view The same thing that I do, when I’m with you I don’t want to make you feel bad I don’t want to make you melt I just want you to Remember how you felt When you were in my place What did you want to do When you see the look on my face See it from my point of view I was young, I was naive And all that I knew Is what I was led to believe By you | 
