My signature is laced with guilt.
These lines are just an image of a life run by a ruler,
crowding wants from the consumer
of the pathways that we built.
I've burned us both alive
with this lighter in my hand.
I hope you understand
I didn't mean for us to die.

My heart lies in my throat
and every word I speak are echoes of my biggest mistakes.
My love deserves to die from the tears I've created;
die for the soul I could break.

Everything I never knew fell apart with worry:
it's my demise.
My heart breaks with the hurt I've caused,
with the time I've sacrificed to faithful cries.
I kill myself when I kill someone else.

Every word will never suffice.
My sorrows are no antidote
for a regret that pertains to both.
There is no healing when I apologize.
But every tear dredged from my eye
won't make up for words I say,
won't make up crimes I have to pay.
It's just a slower suicide.

We could break down and equally divide our hearts
to save ourselves from higher, silent screams.
But my heart is growing hollow and it's sinking to the floor
as I'm climbing out your window of opportunity.

Everything I never knew fell apart with worry:
it's my demise.
My heart breaks with the hurt I've caused,
with the time I've sacrificed to faithful cries.
I kill myself when I kill someone else.

Who is the one to blame?
It's not your fault, it's only me.
I'll carry the world on my shoulders if it means you'll be okay,
if it means you'll walk away from me.
My heart falls out from its home
in this intensity of memories that haunt a flaming mind.
I'll sacrifice whatever I have left
if it means you won't simply be left behind.

Everything I thought I knew falls apart with my memories,
it's my demise.
Every chance I'd wish I'd taken to ruin innocence
burns up and finally dies.
I kill someone else when I kill myself.