Standard (EADGBE)

 I open my eyes, but I still manage to dream

 This cold bathroom floor now just feels like home to me

 I stumble to the mirror, and I naturally start to clean

 But my body's scorned with marks that say these aren't the last lines that

 I'll see

 So please cut this string attached to my wrists

 Buried in my shaking palm, I hold this evil in my fist

 I relive my pain with every scar

 It's a battlefield of memories that just won't go away for me

 This world has tied me down, and the knot keeps tightening

 'Cause I'm just a puppet, dangling from this breaking string

 But maybe I'll turn this blade the other way

 And roll up my sleeves to let the scars show my mistakes

 So please cut this string attached to my wrists

 Buried in my shaking palm, I hold this evil in my fist

 I relive my pain with every scar

It's a battlefield of memories that just won't go away for me

 You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut

 You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut

 You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut

 You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll make this cut

 I can't breathe, I'm in need, where's my crimson savior?

 No, I won't crawl back just to bleed, forgive me, I promise I'll stay clean