The truth of my heart is like a repressed tale
A censored and silenced story


Repression or restraint
It is a delicate balance
Between bleeding out what will make me drown

And closing in what I cannot afford to spill

Either way I must cauterize

Cauterize the open wound

I'm caught between the feeling

Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell
I'm caught between the feeling
Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell


And if these are the only options
This will always be Hell

Never ending
Though I still may be breathing
There is no quality of life

So I choose to risk it all for you
For you to be by my side


I'm caught between the feeling
Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell
I'm caught between the feeling

Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell

A crowd is easy to deceive

But now I am a patient on the table

I'll give you the knife

Cut away as you see fit

Just promise me the patience

To wait for me to heal

I'm caught between the feeling

Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell
I'm caught between the feeling
Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell


I'm caught between the feeling
Of being pulled apart or stuffed into a cell