These eyes go blind a thousand times,
yet I still try to see.
These hands will mend your wounds again,
but never set you free.

 [bad word] 
You are the rope around my neck,
you are the voice inside my head,
you are the sound that plays instead,
so in denial.

I write these words to all my friends
and all past lovers in my bed,
in hopes that I can make amends
and show you that I still care.

 [bad word] (3x)