Not what I've done,not what 
I've spoken 
Not what I've shown,not that 
I lied Just holding on would render me broken 
But weak as 
I am, my hands remain tied 
Fear of wrath,fear of pain 
Fear of facing what 
I am Fear this might leave a stain 
Of your blood on my hands 
My face is scarred,my hands unclean 
Can't wash away the fool 
I've been 
Murder one or suicide: 
Which would be the greater sin? 
Straining to hold each breath 
I'm taking 
A shackle that pulls,
I can't set it free 
Not quite below,but slowly 
I'm breaking 
In saving you 
I would be killing me 
Fear of wind,fear of rain 
We built this house on shifting sand 
Fear this might leave a stain 
Of my own blood on my hands 
My face is scarred,my hands unclean 
Can't wash away the fool 
I've been 
Murder one or suicide: 
Which would be the greater sin? 
A wave that hits from behind me 
A weight that pulls from beneath 
A storm that blows all around me 
A fear inside that has bound me [Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick] [Lyrics: T.Leonard]