By My Own Hand

My skin is stained, and I don't think the same As I did when I was only 18 I hate me now for who I was then It's time for new friends But I'll beg for the last of your chances I get closer and closer to changing my face But the scars on my skin, they all still remain I got sober and older, I've done all I can To change who I was and to be who I am I've been held down by my own hand I've been held down by my own hand Tell me things that I've heard before I chose to ignore every truth that they told Now I'm here haunted by history The ghost of my misery I'll beg for the last of your chances I get closer and closer to changing my face But the scars on my skin, they all still remain I got sober and older, I've done all I can To change who I was and to be who I am I've been held down by my own hand I've been held down by my own hand I get closer and closer to changing my face But the scars on my skin, they all still remain I got sober and older, I've done all I can To change who I was and to be who I am I've been held down by my own hand I've been held down by my own hand I've done all I can To change who I was and to be who I am