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