While you were keeping your secrets
I found every weakness
in your fragile form, the way you perform
all the subtle ways your lies are born
I can see through them
observe every movement
And everything (everything) became so clear (and anything)
Like crystals on (is yours to make) a chandelier (or yours to break)
(The blood is on your hands, it's on your hands)
The damage is done
There are no spoils to be won
And still you won't let it go
We can't escape
All that we create
We hold ourselves back, though we eventually crack
And fall apart (it's all your fault)
You turned your back so quickly
mine bled from where you hit me
My blood runs so cold, this story is getting old
I let your word sink in me
your voice resolves around me
I bite my tongue, my mouth fills with blood
(The blood is on your hands, it's on your hands)
With friends like these, well who the hell needs enemies
I couldn't see what really got the best of me
The damage is done
There are no spoils to be won
And still you won't let it go
We can't escape
All that we create
We hold ourselves back, though we eventually crack
And fall apart (it's all your fault)
(It's too late to finish what you started
I hope you got exactly what you wanted)