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 quality of life 

So I choose to risk it all for you 

For you to be by 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