I ask forgiveness, from all of those who I thought were week.
But it doesn't make them right, it makes me stronger,
cause I'm not like them, I'm just in the same situation.
I should confess it's hard. It's a strong temptation, but I'll find a way, a clean way. I have to, I should not become what I have hated all my life and I can. Policy of truth is the only way out.