holding back looks as if looks could ****, pierce the hart and let the blood spill. but all you did was run off with my hart like a crook. now i'm here standing with a list of demands carved in the palms of my hands for you, who i will never see again. so if demons could cry i would drown this world but it's inside the only place my pain is showing. like a cold wind blowing on a river run dry. it's I just another name you took.