|
Go! |
|
The Truth of my heart |
|
is like a repressed tale |
|
A censored and silenced story |
|
Repression or restraint |
|
It is a delicate balance |
|
Between bleeding out what |
|
will make me drown |
|
And closing in what I cannot afford to spill |
|
Either way, I must cauterize, cauterize the open wound |
|
[Chorus] |
|
I'm caught between the feeling |
|
Of being pulled apart |
|
or stuffed into a cell (2x) |
|
And if these are the only options |
|
This will be always be hell |
|
Never ending |
|
Though I still may be breathing |
|
There is no quality of life |
|
So I choose to risk it all for you |
|
For you to be by my side |
|
[Chorus] |
|
I'm caught between the feeling |
|
Of being pulled apart |
|
or stuffed into a cell (2x) |
|
A crowd is easy to deceive |
|
But now I am a patient on the table |
|
I'll give you the knife |
|
Cut away as you see fit |
|
Just promise me the patience |
|
To wait for me to heal |
|
[Chorus] |
|
I'm caught between the feeling |
|
Of being pulled apart |
|
or stuffed into a cell (3x) |
