And I, I can sew my eyes
With stitches made of a million lies
And I, I can hide what I feel
Inside a chest made of steel
And throw away the key
But the truth will come
Not to set me free
Not to liberate me
But to grab my neck to show
That there's no way I could ever run away
I guess this is what it means
Staring into the darkness
Serenity is lost
Lost in this madness
Now I know that it is hard
So hard to live with the fact
That it is broken forever
What was meant to be intact
And I still feel you like
Needles under my fingertips
And I still feel you like
Salt on my dried up lips
And I still feel you like
Needles under my fingertips
And I still feel you like
Salt on my dried up lips
Just give me a reason to believe
That this isn't treason
Oh please make me see
Just give me a choice
To find my own voice
Inside this confusion
Oh it's all an illusion
And I still feel you like
Needles under my fingertips
And I still feel you like
Salt on my dried up lips
And I still feel you like
Like needles under my fingertips
And I still feel you like
Salt on my dried up lips
My dried up lips