I can still picture the pain in my parents’ eyes,
The day I got arrested they looked as if I had died.
Sometimes I wish I really was
,
Then that picture would no longer be in my head.

It was a warm sunny day on the 6th of November,
A day I will always remember.
That day a part of me died,
Not because I was being arrested, but because my mother asked me “why”.

She asked me why I didn’t just kill her,
She wanted to know what I was robbing people for.
Never before did I wish I was
,
Until that day, when those words were said.

I never wanted to hurt my family but I have so much,
I can see the pain in their eyes every time we touch.
Sometimes I think that if my life came to an end,
Then maybe their hearts could start to mend.

When I think about these things it’s hard to go on,
‘Cause I hurt everyone that loves me, I did them all wrong.
Although I’ve already sealed my fate,
I know I have to keep strong for my family’s sake.

No matter how I feel on the inside I’ll keep my head high,
I’ll keep on living right and I will get by.