I'll always be haunted
By the ghosts of the past
Always be questioned
By this guilt I possess
And I've never done anything
To cause any harm
I'll stand here before you
Contrite and disarmed
I'll always feel wanted
Dead or alive
Gotta run for my life
Gotta run to survive
And I've never met anyone
Who truly understands
Mistakes of a careless child
Shaped the heart of a broken man
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
The skeletons are banging
On my closet door
I thought I had buried them, a long, long ago
But now I can't keep them, keep them quiet anymore
But I don't want to
You can eat me alive
I guess I'll be lucky
If I'll reach twenty-five
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I always will struggle
With this load on my back
I'll take it wherever I go
'Till I break my neck
But I gotta keep moving
I won't fall on my face
'Cause I still believe
My heart's in the right place