As I Lay Dying - Cauterize



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

And if these are the only options

This will always be hell (never-ending)

Though I may still 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

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