On the way down witness them ripping your heart out,
And smashing your dreams on the cold hard ground.
Doing nothing to stand up against the weight of,
The world screaming this is not what,
I asked of you.
Sorry I'm not sorry caving in,
Is not the path that I'd take.
Can you hear the sound of your own demise?
Be sure your sins will find you out.
You hanging the broken,
Mirrors on the wall.
So you don't have to see what you have become.
Can you hear it coming?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it coming?
And it is so sad to see what you've allowed yourself to become.
Trying to hard to paint this picture,
Life's not as bad as you always make it to be.
Everything I give and you keep wanting more,
Can you fight against the ones who're at your door?
Sorry I'm not sorry!
There is no one who would dare to take your place.
In this living hell you have created,
And now your sins have found you out.
You hanging the broken,
Mirrors on the wall.
So you don't have to see what you have become.
And it is so sad to see what you've allowed yourself to become.
Trying to hard to paint this picture,
Life's not as bad as you always make it to be.
Everything I give and you keep wanting more,
Can you fight against the ones who're at your door?
So sad to see what has happened to you!
And what you have let yourself,
Become!
Does this sound like fate,
Knocking at your door?
And there's no one to answer.
You're not laughing anymore!
Doing nothing to stand up against the weight of the world,
Screaming this is not what I ASKED OF YOU.