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