Here I go

Put back on trial

A chance to fall in line

A chance to change my mind

All those times

The wasted rage

That I held inside

I want to use it now

If you push to hard

You might get what you're after

Already pushed too far

Caught again

In the lines of pressure

I recognize the fear

The urge to disappear

Within I've died

Many times still living

I'm still standing here

Stand and face the crowd

I don't know about forgiving

If forgive means forget

Why these cuts are bleeding

Do you care? Aren't you scared?

Can they take your mind away?