There will be no soft sounds this time
no arms, not mine at least
should've expect this, I guess, no “shh” can sooth your beast
and it was my problem once, that violence inside your eyes
bright red and high with death and pie, and rage that never dies

and I used to blame myself, then I blamed everybody else, but never you
cause you were just a messed up kid, 
who'd step in it, get scared and sit,
and pray for goats and gods who would know what to forbid

and when you would reach out, well [bad word] my big mean mouth and make it worse
And maybe I deserve that hurt,  [bad word] of my universe, 
so if you've gotta beat somebody up don't make it her.

I'm sorry, I messed up, I'm not a leader anymore.
I'm sorry, I messed up, I'm not a leader. 
Not a leader.
Not a leader, friend.

No more attempts to make you see, I tried, he succeeded, oh well
but what I can say to a girl who'd play with a noose of excuses until
her big wicked grin disappears in the smoke, and crack goes the rope pulled [bad word] I know enough about doubt, and hating myself, to tell that you now know it too

and I used to blame myself, then I blamed everybody else, including you
but you were perfect as you were
all angled out, a blinding blur
so bright and beautiful, and clever, yeah for sure

But when you would reach out, well [bad word] my big mean mouth and make a mess
And now it's my turn to confess
I wasn't there, I didn't guess
that you were slipping, 'till you tripped right off the edge

I'm sorry, I messed up, I'm not a leader anymore
I'm sorry, I messed up, I'm not a leader,not a leader, not a leader...

Said a thousands words but they never helped
I hid my scars from you out of shame
Took up the cause, Yeah I took the helm
But I'm not the only one who's changed
I knew you first, I knew you best
I wish I'd stopped it way back then
when things were bad, but they still made sense
when we were kids, when we were friends.

Friendleaders...