Same Mistakes - Unbelievable Truth

A source of anger, a source of need 
A kind of rage inside him I can see 
He walks on past me 
I follow close and let the fear inside him flow 
A sense of reason, a sense of aim 
Created this, created pain 
Threw down his pay, meant to run away 
Truth and honour combined 
To make the same mistakes 
You make the same mistakes again 
Leave it all on the table 
Leave it all up to him.