A long hard road lies before me, but 
I can't see the end. 
The road to recovery is paved with broken glass but 
I must walk it home. 
The footprints that 
I've left lead to a broken past. 
I'm at the end of the rope been given but it is all that 
I have. This is the face you forgot to remember. 
A lesson learned in carelessness. 
And as a result, we must live with the choices you made. 
Now I'm buried in shades of grey. 
Now I have been leaving a blood trail, 
And I'll let the dogs hunt me down. 
So this is it, 
I stand here with nothing left to lose. 
Who would've thought this ran so deep? 
This web I weave is filled with contradiction. 
I'm buried in shades of grey. 
Shades of grey... 
This is a lesson that we've learned from being careless. 
So won't you riddle me this: 
Oh, God, God when does it end? 
When? How does it feel to be a piece in my puzzle that should not even exist? 
I still reach out for an answer, any sign of hope. 
I know that 
I'm coming back empty-handed. 
I know that 
I'm coming back empty-handed. 
Now you will see everything 
I've done is for nothing, but 
I will leave a blood trail. 
Let the dogs hunt me down... hunt me down... 
This isn't dead. 
This isn't over yet. 
No...