The First Bitter Sip

A rewrite of The Hard Truth that just feels better to me.

I've been searching for a second chance
Though I never bothered to spare a second glance
To the ones I hurt, and why they hurt
Just being selfish trying to quench this thirst
For god, for heaven, for piece of mind
There’s no redemption until you feel your own crimes

It’s easy saying sorry, that’s just a way to feel better
A way to keep on going and never have to read the letters
Stained with tears from the pain that you caused
Dipped in the innocence and love that they lost

You blame the world for all your sins
In truth it all came from within
Sorry is an easy word on which villains build their thrones
Forgiveness; now that’s another thing
You can’t get it on your own.