Sorry that I always seem to find
A reason why
I should complain, and run and cry.
And things not always end up fine.

I'm sorry,
That I stand my ground.
And still you always seem to find
A better way to bring me down
A better day to let me down

It's not your fault, it's not your fault, and it's not your
fault
It's always mine.

I want to brake, but then you laugh
I want to leave, but then you cry.
I wanna let go of the illness
I wanna fucking know just why,
You always throb me to the wall,
And like to beet me to the ground.
And you always find a better way to cruelly bring me down