what a tragic affection to harbor
a solace seeking salvation to squander
such a beautiful burden to bear alone, i know

ransomed fictions of violence, breaking the silence
hiding the wake of our deception
guarding desperate secrets buried below
and you know

tell me again, your [bad word] up excuses
i'm dying fighting a life of abuse
when fame is your game
you say i'm to blame
but you know
you know

this moment carries my last hesitation
seducing anger to haste our separation
the solemn peace of a guilty man, it grows so cold

your every breath, now strengthens my affliction
my tears have faded all hope of your conviction
you were never the martyr you pretended to be
and you know

tell me again, your [bad word] up excuses
i'm dying fighting a life of abuse
when fame is your game
you say i'm to blame
but you know
you know

how they love you now
tear drops rain down
but nobody cares, nobody cares

tell me again, your [bad word] up excuses
i'm dying fighting a life of abuse
when fame is your game
you say i'm to blame
but you know
you know