Broken

Not what I've done, not what I've spoken

Not what I've shown, not that I lied

Just holding on would render me broken

But weak as I am, my hands remain tied

Fear of wrath, fear of pain

Fear of facing what I am

Fear this might, leave a stain

Of your blood on my hands

My face is scarred, my hands unclean

Can't wash away the fool I've been

Murder one or suicide

Which would be the greater sin?

Straining to hold each breath I'm taking

A shackle that pulls, I can't set it free

Not quite below, but slowly I'm breaking

In saving you I, I would be killing me

Fear of wind, fear of rain

We built this house on shifting sand

Fear this might, leave a stain

Of my own blood on my hands

My face is scarred, my hands unclean

Can't wash away the fool I've been

Murder one or suicide

Which would be the greater sin?

A wave that hits from behind me

A weight that pulls from beneath

A storm that blows all around me

A fear inside that has bound me

Fear of wrath, fear of pain

Fear of facing what I am

Fear this might, leave a stain

Of your blood on my hands

My face is scarred, my hands unclean

Can't wash away the fool I've been

Murder one or suicide

Which would be the greater sin?