Now on this day

I would have died just to give to you everything,
but you would kill me to take it yourself.
It hurts to know that you don't need me,
but it kills me inside to know that you don't want me.
You don't care.
You used me.

Surrounded by victims,
I can't believe the truth.
Mark the silence with a hand on your heart,
I'm glad to see that you're happy.
Now aware of your control,
but how can I be happy with conscience full of blood?
How could this have happened?
How could I betray them?
Everyone that I know,
and I did it all for you.

Now on this day I will give myself no excuse.
Now on this day I've surrendered myself to you.
If I could I would bring them back
and I would help them to drag you down.

Now I stand and stare at what I've done
trying to clear it from my mind
But I don't think I could ever forgive myself for breaking all their trust.