Diplomacy - By (The) EXILE

You say your sorry,
Yet you put me down,
The people around look down upon me,
All because of you,

The death of my soul is ensured,
It would be if I weren't already dead,
I ask for no help,
And I ask for no pity,
For if I did you would only snub me,

There is nothing left,
Hope is gone,
I can only now move on,
Move on from this life of pain,
Move on from the pressure,

Now I only feel pressured by all,
What more is there to do but fall,
I take my hits,
One Left and one Right,
My wrists they burn with the scares of ropes,
The same on my ankles,
For it's you that bound me,
You that hurt me,

And now --

You say your sorry?

I am the exile!
You can kill me all you want,
You can push me down,
But you cannot break me,
You cannot take what I have and you cannot give me more,
I have nothing to give and nothing to lose,
You cannot Exile me anywhere,
I'll already be there.