I open my eyes, but I still manage to dream.
This cold bathroom floor, now just feels like home to me.
I stumble to the mirror, and I naturally start to clean.
But my body's scorned with marks that say "these aren't the last lines that I'll see ”
So please cut this string, attached to my wrists.
Buried in my shaking palm, I hold this evil in my fist.
I relive my pain, with every scar.
it's a battlefield of memories that just won't go away for me
This world has tied me down, and the knot keeps tightening.
'Cause I'm just a puppet, dangling from this breaking string.
But maybe I'll turn this blade the other way.
And roll up my sleeves to let the scars show my mistakes.
So please cut this string, attached to my wrists.
Buried in my shaking palm, I hold this evil in my fist.
I relive my pain, with every scar.
it's a battlefield of memories that just won't go away for me
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut
(not sure here-sorry!)
No I won't crawl back just to bleed,
Forgive me, I promise I’ll stay clean