Crack the whip that bleeds me dry and look me dead in the eye can you see the sorrow can you see the anger I have gone numb to their grasp as they have washed me again and again so why do your eyes finally look like they care is the crimson river that steadily falls my skin or is that you can no longer find that which makes you the powered I know what I can now feel that smile on my face that goes from ear to ear