Cauterize

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 qualities of life.
So I choose to risk it all for You; for You to be by my side. (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.