How? from Brentonath by Gal

(Written By Cole BIrmingham)
I run but you're not far behind me
Neither of us are free
Your enlightenment does nothing but blind me
Why can't you let it be?
You only say sorry when you have to
It's no different now
And now the wall that you're turning your back to
It's coming down and now you're forced to face the faults at which you wage your holy wars

I never asked you to beg
I never asked you to plead
I can't keep hoping that you'll concede

How can you tell me
Things we could be when
You don't know who I am

You told me that you thought I was different
Well I guess you're wrong
And you purposefully acted distant
Prepared for moving on
And you didn't want to discuss our problems
Said everything was fine
And now you tell me I didn't nothing to stop them
Yeah, I guess the fault's all mine