Oh, sorry, so sorry, forgive me, punish me

Here, take this knife and carve your words into me

Please do, it's true that it would set me free

Cliche, I say, but I pray for the forgiveness

Yours is easy, God's is easy

It's mine that's hard

But oh, it's not my fault

Not my doing, not my fault

Rejection is their work, not mine

My thoughts come to screeching halt

My forgiveness is not divine

It's harder to get if it's me did the wrong

One small error, in terror my suffering prolong

But I chant, and I cry

I know it's not my fault

So why the pain? So why the strain?

It's plain this brain's continuing refrain

That tosses words through the air

New combinations, most so lovely

But for each, "It's beautiful," comes a "How do you dare?"

And the urge to punish punish punish

Smash, tear, rip, slash

To stop the ache of guilt guilt guilt

Punish guilt guilty punish

Not my fault not my fault not my fault

So I have the "A"'s, I use well the days

With agony coming in a second's time

And others don't even notice my crime.