You Can't Know Me
You can't know me
You don't see my every angle
Even the pictures I’m in
Hide the heart behind the skin
And smoke that stings my eyes
Blurs my sight
And helps me dream sweet dreams by night
Where are my self saving promises?
All that I have bound to
Those things I thought I knew
The deeds I swore I'd never do
Finished
Marked away
All black and white
I've chosen grey It makes me sick
But carry on
This life I live will soon be gone How can you say
I know how you feel
When you're half is the reason
The hand to my treason Boasting of pain
But not for attention
Save me from myself
From inside this prison
But carry on
This life I live will soon be gone
I know how you feel
When you're half is the reason
The hand to my treason
But not for attention
Save me from myself
From inside this prison
I’m longing for freedom
I love to be kind
But searching around me
No love can I find
No love in your eyes
When your mouth touches mine Our hearts are cold
When your mouth touches mine
While our bodies: on fire
I take you in because you are a liar How many before me?
Or after you?
What have you done?
What will I do? Saints have a past
I take you in because you are a liar
Or after you?
What have you done?
What will I do?
Or so they say
Sinners a future
But I can't even pray
Sinners a future
But I can't even pray
This saint has a future
This sinner looks behind
One and the same
Make up your mind!
Speak thoughts and I’ll be fair
But don't think me to say a word
I know you'll never care
I'm hurting
Here's a secret
I'm screaming to die
Here's a secret
I want to be good
Here's a secret
I just want to cry
And tears break my wall
Wash off my mask
Wash away, wash away, wash away all.
What if I make it
What if I crawl
What if I stand and
Get up from this fall Will I survive when it’s done
Will my heart be loveless for all the love
Get up from this fall
Will my heart be loveless for all the love
That I have turned
And run away from?
My tears will bleed from hell
I care, and I worry
I hate that I fell
My bones speak my storyMy tears will bleed from hell
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