Resentment haunts like ghosts in church
Stained glass wrists bleeding on the pews
Trails of red follow me like shadows
Drenching innocent children and crippled widows
The pain that I bury
The guilt that I carry
These are the reasons why I stay away
An Anointing of the sick and dying
The guilt of not being at your side
The guilt of not seeing you rest
I'm sorry for the hell I put you through
But you weren't innocent
I didn't know how bad it got or the things I put you through
God knows I'm paying for it now
God knows I'm paying for it now
God knows I'm paying for it now
God knows I'm paying for it now
Maybe one day I will forgive myself
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