Murdered The Murdered Self (The While That I Hopefully Said It All)

While I had the guts to look

While they were still raw visible from roots

While I knew that there were still more

While I had forgotten about lore

While reason had turned it's back on me

While I could speak the words "I am sorry"

While I was running out of anyone to blame

While I admit that it was me who brought myself shame

While my guard had gone so weak and my pride was sore

While I could tell that my stories were such a bore

While I could no longer tolerate the pain of the consequences I deserve

While I knew the fact that I must not be heard

While I could still recognize my mistakes

While I could take the truth that I believe was fake

While I allowed myself to regret how I have been

While I could remind myself that I didnt have a dream

While I knew that I was powerless to stop

While I could no longer hold my demons up

While I could drain everything until there was nothing left

While I could define myself when I was someone else