[Storyteller.]

I guess that this is
where we've come to.
If you don't want to,
then you don't have to believe me.
But I won't be there when you go down.
Just so you know now,
you're on your own now, believe me.

I don't want to be the one to blame.
You like fun and games;
keep playing 'em.
I'm just saying, think back then,
we was like one and the same,
on the right track
but I was on the wrong train.
Just like that.
Now you've got a face to pain
and the devil's got a
fresh new place to play
in your brain like a maze
you can never escape;
the rain every damn day is
the same shade of grey.

Hey. I used have a little bit of a plan,
used to have a concept of where I stand.
But that concept slipped right out of my hands.
Now I don't really even know who I am.
Yo, what do I have to say?
Maybe I should do what I
have to do to break free.
Whatever happens to you, we'll see,
but it's not gonna happen with me.

Back then, I thought you were just like me,
somebody who could see all the pain I see,
but you proved to me unintentionally
that you would self-destruct eventually.
Now I'm thinking like the
mistake I made doesn't hurt,
but it's not gonna work,
'cause it's really much worse than I thought.
I wished you were something that you were not
and now this guilt is really all that I got.

You turned your back
and walked away in shame.
All you got is a memory of pain.
Nothing makes sense
so you stare at the ground.
I hear your voice in my head
when no one else is around.
What do I have to say?
Maybe I should do what I
have to do to break free.
Whatever happens to you, we'll see,
but it's not gonna happen with me.