I'm Not Sorry

Everybody’s gone I’m choking on a thorn, you see? Every night I drown I swallow bits of shame and tears Sad days of June, you asked them for Im not sorry, the guilt is on Your feet, how come you switched into hate? Im not sorry, the guilt is on Your feet, how come you switched into hate? Everybody’s gone I’m crossing back and forth the street Every night I play I roll the dice of fate… I lose Bad days of rain, as never before Im not sorry, the guilt is on Your feet, how come you switched into hate? Everybody’s gone Who cares if I’m the worst Everyday I die I dig deeper in the withered garden Bad days of rain, as never before Im not sorry, the guilt is on Your feet, how come you switched into hate? Im not sorry, the guilt is on Your feet, how come you switched into hate? Everybody’s gone I bury myself, at my own funeral