Left 4 Dead (Papercut Massacre)

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 can't preted 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 it's where I belong I can't even lie, It's no big suprise 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 Better off left here for dead