• how is it that i live each day,
    remembering how i pulled away,
    left those i loved, alone,
    wondering how they might atone,

    i've made holes in many hearts,
    coming back will just pull apart,
    though what will happen when i remember,
    the first time we all were together,

    i fear that day will come too soon,
    then i'll be just like the moon,
    i'll wander far, searching long,
    for the one place, i know i belong,

    but i cant pity for i've done bad,
    my worst sin keeps many sad,
    i regret each movement that i made,
    each step i took, i once forbade,

    reality finally catches me,
    and now i think i finally see,
    every wrong i've done, thrown together in a bin,
    will never compare, to my worst sin