Save It For The Day I Die
I need you to hear me, I need you to see
That everything you're doing is making me bleed.
The endless torture of your silence,
The way you tell others to remain quiet
when I call them
Is creating a core of violence in my soul
That will soon grow greater and strong enough to take me whole.
My life is hanging from a cliff.
It's willing to let go as you continuously dig
a knife into my hands.
Once I fall I will not stand,
I will not walk or see or breathe or eat again.
I'll be far away from reach.
Don't look for me when I'm dead
Because that ...