Letras: Another Breath. Jailbreak. A Tragic Hero.

What do you expect me to be? Some kind of Shepard for the fucking sheep? You're looking in the wrong direction. I never claimed to have all of the answers. I never claimed to be anything but what I am: looking for a meaning in this ink. So if you don't think I live up to the image you've created I won't apologize. I have made a habit of wearing my scars on my sleeve. I should have known these words would be used against me. I'm not your scapegoat. You take my words, twist them around. Create your own illusion then tell me that I've let you down. Fuck you. You've let yourself down. You see what you want to see. Hear the words that I don't speak. Don't look to me for guidance. I'm not a preacher. I'm a lost confessor trying to find my way just like you