What Have I Done?

I won, but at what cost
Thought I was found, but I'm still lost
Felt like a slave, they were the master
Terry is young, but he's a bastard
This place is shit, but he is glad
Tell him the truth, he would be mad
What do I do, how should I say it
How would he feel, how would he take it
He needs to know
He needs to know, how do I tell him
I do not know, tell him a lie
White as my denim, white as the snow
Cold as the winter put on the shelf
It is December, come to the house
Sit by the fire, burning like Hell
Do I inspire, how could he tell
What does he know, how did he get it
It was my ignorance, could not reverse it so now I regret it
Feel so pathetic, fake like a prosthetic
I was being ironic and being insensitive
Walk to the door and break into the settlement
But it feels belittling, what's he doing, he fiddling
Just being more of a child than him, thought I was the middle man

What have I done, what have I done
What have I done, what have I done
What have I done, what have I done
What have I done, what have I done
I cannot even blink no more
What have I done, what have I done
What have I done, what have I done

Like a tar pit, open up the mosh pit
Settle with the flame, scorching innards with guitar picks
Got a bloodstain on my brand new carpet
If you saw the evidence then it would start an argument
Start an argument, it would start an argument
Start an argument, it would start an argument

Oh, oh, oh, oh
I think it's all right there
I think it's cool
Oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh
Already in the fray, sent off that mind

Loose weeds in my lawn, I could've swore that I got em
You can't put seeds in a garden if the garden hasn't started
Didn't know what I expected, intentions were baited
Can't keep someone down forever 'cause they will get aggravated
No relations between us, somehow he claims that he knows me
The fire starts to die as the night progresses, just show me
Why you aren't even affected, I can't go anywhere to places
Without being reminded I'm rejected, where I'm hated

Man, I hate being repeti- no, I hate being used
I hate the features I was forced to do when I would refuse
So much as altering the energy to keep pushing through
With these ignorant motherfuckers telling me what to do
But this is not aimed towards you, rather it's aimed at the stars
This turmoil turned to subdue, how did we make it this far
When do I get purple hearts, this ain't a veteran welcome
We hate the country and the patriots, I do it without them, BEGO-