Regression - 8STOPS7

What if i tried, would you then

Consider my time as well spent

Would you put me on trial, consider who’s fit

To brand me insane, so I won’t ever have to deal with it

What have I done, your only son

They spit on my name, and now I have a gun

Running 'round in circles, kids come out to play

But I can’t remember what it was that made me

Feel this hate

All my pictures on display here

What’s that you said, you were my friend

I can’t recall, say it again

This isn’t a game, but I will pretend

Look at me now, 'cause I win

I would be faking, I didn’t know

These idle hands don’t know their worth

I’ve covered them in blood

But this still fucking hurts

Hate

Hate