You dug the hole.

But you could tell where I had been
by the way I held my gun
Trying to write anything
while being mocked by an off beat drum.


For all that they knew 
"I was safe home"
But I went through hell
whenever I were left alone.

I wish you could see
yourself through my eyes
There's no need to cling
to unnecessary lies
The voice in your head
whose spirit you stole
left you for dead
but you dug the hole

And you can tell where I had been
from the marks around my wrists
The red water washed around my sins
but am I as pure as this?

No, I am not honest.