I open my eyes 

But still manage to dream 

And 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 

And 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 from me 



This world has tied me down 

And the knot keeps tightening 

Cause I'm just a puppet 

Dangling from this breaking string 

And maybe I'll turn this 

blade the other way 

And roll up my sleeves 

To let the scars show my mistakes 



So please cut this string 

Attached to my wrists 

And 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 from me 



You couldn't make the cut 

So now you'll make this cut 

You couldn't make the cut 

So now you'll make this cut 

You couldn't make the cut 

So now you'll make this cut 

You couldn't make the cut 

So now you'll make this cut 



I can't breathe, I'm in need 

Where's my crimson savior? 

No I won't go back just to bleed 

Forgive me, I promise I'll stay clean