The Truth (Always Hurts) کے بول

What grows in him, he never tells One thing's for sure, it's not well A 6 year old boy is bleeding to death, and took in dawn of day his last breath Yes it's my fault The way you think about me The way you think about me Yes it's my fault The way it should be V.i.p. says the disorder takes control Even for the family you must behold The smell of hurt is surroundin' me surrounding like snakes around a tree Yes it's my fault The way you think about me The way you think about me Yes it's my fault The way it should be Bridge: forgive me father for i have sinned Forgive me when i put my self in They put me in a cell And it's worse than in hell Yes it's my fault The way you think about me The way you think about me Yes it's my fault The way it should be