I know I never made it easy
On anyone who loved me
Spending all my time on myself
And, oh, I felt so guilty
For all the pain I caused you
But I still put us both through Hell
And I asked too many questions
But I never asked the right ones
And now I’m tired of Asking at all
Am I better off not knowing?
Is it burning where I’m going?
What’s waiting at the end of my Fall?