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 battle field 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
You couldn`t make the cut, so now you`ll make this cut....
I can`t breath, I`m in need, where`s my crimson savior?
No I won`t crawl back just to bleed,
Forgive me, I promise i`ll stay clean
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