I want you to see my tears, that flows for you.

I want you to see that there were so much I could do.

But I always fail to show my appreciation for the things you've done.

But when things goes wrong, I don't know where to run.

I just want to see the bottom of the bottle that stands on the table.

I want to hide the shame, I want to run away and live a fantasy, a fable.

But I know in the end, I can't escape reality.

But for now I wish I could make you see...

See my pain, my agony and my darkness I hold within.

I'm not afraid to meet the reaper and face his evil grin.

For what it's worth, I always fought the best I could.

Now I see, I never did quite enough, though I should.

I leave you with this, and hope there will come a day,

when you won't choose to run so far away.

For what it's worth, I never wanted to hurt.

Now I lay with the face down in the dirt.