Sad songs won’t make up for
The things that I have done,
And sorry means nothing when
I haven’t learnt my lessons.
Repeat my lines as if I’m a victim,
Repeat my lines as if I am kind.
I am a thief and a liar,
And they mean less to me every time.

Paint myself as an angel,
I don’t deserve your praise.
I wear my sadness on my sleeve,
When I am happy most days.