Well there's something wrong
I am tired and I am dead
When it's really bad
I can feel it in my heart and in my hands

Please, please help me I need help
Please, please call me I'm not well
I thought I was ready
I thought I could be trusted by myself

Times running out
I am selfish I am tired
And it's way to late to sit back
And make lists of mistakes
Just so I can make things right
Please cut me down
I've been swinging for so long

What is my name, what is it called
Is this the consequence of a life that I've lived wrong
What is my name, and who did I hurt
If I could go back and say I'm sorry
You'd be first