I wish I had more time to sort out all of this inside my mind.

I only have one day.

It's given at dawn and at dusk it gets taken away.

I can't control what I think,

so how can I control what I say?

I don't know who I am at this moment, and I can't pray.

I can't pray for the answers anymore.

I only have myself to blame for losing control.

I've always needed something, maybe I needed to be alone.

And I don't need to be saved.

I'm not saying that it's too late,

but way too much has changed.

You call it savior,

and I call it learned behavior.

You call it the light I refuse to see,

and I call it the mask I've seen underneath.

Just do and say the same thing.

No opinion preserved in stained glass holds more moral truth to me.

I only have myself to blame for losing control.

Oh, I still need to be saved, just not by you.

I just need to be safe, but not by you.

I only have myself to blame for losing control.

I've always needed something, maybe I needed to be alone.