Blood On My Hands
You felt the coldness in my eyes,and something I'm not revealing.Though you got used to my disguise,you can't shed this awful feeling.
It's the me that I let you know,'cause I never show - I have my reasons.I hate to say that I told you so,but I told you so, yeah!
There's blood on my handslike the blood in you.Some things can't be treatedso don't make me,don't make me be myself around you.
Straight from your eyesit's barely me, beautifully.So disfigured, this other sidethat you can't see.Just praying you won't remember.
Feel the pain that I never show,and I hope you knowit's never healing.I hate to say that I told you so,but I told you so, yeah!
There's blood on my hands,like the blood in you.Some things can't be treated,so don't make me,don't make me be myself around you.
Straight from your eyesit's barely me, beautifully.So disfigured, this other sidethat you can't see.Just praying you won't remember.
There's bloodThere's bloodThere's blood
There's blood on my hands,like the blood in you.Some things can't be treated,so don't make me,don't make me be myself around you.
Is it really that hard for you to believe?