i hope you don't think this is what i need
to tie my hands behind my back and let me bleed
those marks you see, i can't tell you where they came from
i tried to scream but i find there's no air in my lungs

i admit this, what i did broke you down
the crooked lines i drew to make my crown
these marks you see, they tell you where to turn
i tried to save you, i tried to teach, i tried to learn

and sometimes i look at you and see
all the truth and all the love i'll ever need
then i twist the knife a littler deeper in your throat
i tried to stop those tears but my hands only choke

it's just two sides of a story you won't read
i hit a vein and you just think you need to bleed
so one mark turns into three or four
until it's raining the pain drumming on the floor

i hope you don't think this is what you need
laying on your floor to let yourself bleed
those marks i see, i know now where they came from
i tried to call for help, but there's no air in these lungs