Self-Inflicted کے بول

I watch myself, I hate the sight I'm living on the edge at night I'm getting older days and days by the minute The guilt I feel for what I've done Grows stronger when I look at you And think about the years we had Created a world of my own These walls keeping me inside Can't crawl out of my own life Crying eyes, mix of blood Creating the father and the son I wish I could turn this around You are the son of mistakes I am the one to procreate Oh why did I lock the gates My own denial Wakes me up inside My own disguise Hates its own sight