Yeah you struggle
But you know which way you're gonna cave
As you juggle
What you do with what you think
And you say you can always go back
To reclaim the soul you've lacked
But there will always be the choice between deny or admit
Yeah, it'll always be the choice between to share or omit
'Cause it'll always be a part
Of your history
Yeah you wondered
How your goodness seemed to fly away
As you thundered
Through the lives of those you'd loved
And you say there's enough time before light
That you can fix this all tonight
But there will always be the choice between deny or admit
'Cause you could never own your f*ckups, you just get on with it
But they will always be a part
Of your history
In the gutter
You will sadly think on your mistakes
In the clutter
Of your weary mind's dark paths
Call yourself a victim of circumstance
And you can blame it all on chance
But you could circumvent that choice between deny or admit
If you'd only had the guts to make a choice and commit
And if we weren't all such awful goddamn hypocrites
Then it would not be a part of your history