What I used to be

Sunlight doesn't snow the truth
Fragments of my broken youth
What joy it is beholding me
Killing what I used to be

After day cries bloody night
Hiding me from people's sights
That's the only way I see
To kill what I used to be

End of judging the blame's mine
Jury paid I don't have time
Now I came to show to you
Why and what I used to do