This is my confession which you see right through,And I'm 
dying to say two words to you.
I figured out what to do with my last breath.
If this benefits you, I'll cry myself to death.
Kiss the hand that drives the knife into your back.
I never saw this coming silent sneak attack.
Straight-forward, unconcealed, an answer to your prayer
I'll be the vector when your disease becomes unfair.
Don't worry.
I'm paying for this with my blood, which no amount can be 
enough.
Drunk off the night I whisper words outside my house.
I made a promise to myself I'd get this out.
Don't worry it's just me. I didn't mean to startle you.
Don't worry it's just me: the fading ghost of who I used 
to be.
Call me a liar. I'm just lying here awake.
Can I be forgiven for your mistake?
Your heart is mine to break.
Call me a masochist, call me anything you want, but this 
is my confession.
(See right through me)
(This is my confession)