Chain my heart to the wall
Then leave me bare
Watch me wilt in ya hands
Like a diseased pear; fear
Seeping from the depths of my core
You beg and beg for more
So I give but you never open the door
Give and take
Is it my mistake
Over baked
Am I the one left on the stake
Burn me till all that's left
Is wilting embers
Hold me at my temper
And remember all my pressure
Worn like old leather
Did I get better
Pressure
Worn like old leather
Pressure
Tell me do we really get better