I've got something to tell you,
And I can assure you it's coming from straight within my chest,
I'm not one for excuses, but I want to let you know, you're just like all the rest,
So take these words, and take this knife,
Just push them straight into my back,
Cause I know it's what you've been waiting for
So take these dreams and bury my heart six feet beneath,
I'm still writing the letters that you will never read,
I won't leave cause my jobs not done 'til you don't breathe,
Red handed, but you'll still try to tell me it's not what
It seems to get worse every time I look into your eyes,
I get caught, I always catch myself falling for your disguise,
So cliche, like the pedals on a flower that you've already worn,
Don't bother writing all those letters that I've already torn
I'm torn