What have I done?
Sweet Jesus, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night,
Become a dog on the run
And have I fallen so far,
And is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate,
The cries in the dark that nobody hears,
Here where I stand at the turning of the years?

If there's another way to go
I missed it five long years ago
My life was a war that could never be won
I got a number and murdered the one
Can't forgive myself for what i've done
I'm so sorry
I feel so bad,
So sad,
So dead.