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) |
