Вершы: Ben Moody. All For This. 10.22.

What a tragic affection to harbor
The sun is seeking salvation to squander
Such a beautiful burden to bear alone
I know

Writes of fiction, of violence
Breaking the silence
Hiding the wake of our deception
Guarding desperate secrets buried below,
And you know

[Chorus:]
Tell me again your fucked up excuses
Dying fighting a life of abusement
Shame is your game, you say I'm to blame
But you know, but you know

This moment carries my last hesitation
Seducing anger to haste, a separation
Your solemn piece of the guilty, then 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

[Chorus:]

Sell me again, your thoughtless excuses
Holding on at the end of amusement
Shame is your game, you say I'm to blame
But you know, but you know

How vein the view now
Teardrops rain down
Nobody cares, nobody cares

[Chorus:]

(You know, oh you know, you know...)

(Thanks to Jessica for these lyrics)