If You Live By The Sword, You Die By The Sword

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