Left 4 Dead

Seeing you here

I'm sure that there's, things left on your chest

I know I haven't been that much of anything

You should know that you raised me well

I can't preted to have any friends they all feel the same as you do

How can I make you, make you, proud of me

All that you gave me, was meant to save me from

The sickness that's inside my head

How can I blame you, I'm not ashamed to

I'm better off left here for dead

You sent me away to a terrible place

Perhaps it's where I belong

I can't even lie, It's no big suprise

That you don't even want me there

How can I make you, make you, proud of me

All that you gave me, was meant to save me from the sickness that's inside my head

How can I blame you, I'm not ashamed to

Better off left here for dead