Papercut Massacre - 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 cant pretend 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 its where I belong I cant even lie its no big surprise 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 I'm better off left here for dead 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