You'll pick on all my flaws (Tonight, I felt selfish ambition) "Fragile", it never meant "weak" (Anger clouded my vision) I fight you with shaky hands and inelastic lungs, (My mind alone could cause our collision), You've chosen my skin, my skin, my skin as your prey, but your blades only reach surface deep, (Resisting you is my religion) and contrary to common belief, I'm not praying for eternal sleep.