Pray

I was raised in a house with a dark cloud over it

I just wanted to get out and see the sun again

But no matter where I went, it followed me around

I guess it's just my luck, forever


So I pray for the day that the rain will come and wash away

All the pain that I face

It's getting way too hard to take

I'll run away, run away, run away

It's getting way too hard to take

I'll run away


It's always me versus myself and it's always in my mind

And the saddest part of all is knowing it won't die

I have gotten close with pain like a blade across my skin

But the scars, they still remain forever


My past seems to haunt me

My future is blurry

My addictions, they taught me

No matter what happens but I'm not sorry for the things I've done

They made me the person I am now

It made me the person I am now


But I'm not sorry

But I'm not sorry