How many times can I say I’m sorry until I sound sincere?
How many times can I tell my story and try to make it clear?
If I had known it would be like this, those dice would never’ve been cast.
I bite my lip and I clench my fist, and I wish I could change the past.

I’m guilty as hell / I’m guilty as sin
I’m guilty as Jesse James.’
That just the way things went.
I screwed it all up / I ruined your life
And no one will change the names
To protect the innocent.
It’s all my fault and none of your own.
Now we reap the bitter seeds I’ve sewn.

How many times can I lose this war and still preserve some pride?
The fall is what that comes before, and leaves regret inside.
If I had known it would be like this... imagine what could have been...
I bite my lip and I clench my fist, and I wish I could start again.

And I deserve to bear the shame,
And I think I should have seen it comin’
If only I could make it change,
With all the power I could summon.

I’m guilty as hell / I’m guilty as sin
I’m guilty as John Wilkes Booth.’
That just the way things went.
I screwed it all up / I ruined your life
I want to ignore the truth
To protect the innocent.
It’s all my fault and none of your own.
Now we reap the bitter seeds I’ve sewn.

Yes, It’s all my fault and none of your own.
Now we reap the bitter seeds I’ve sewn.