Saturated in lies
Your hands are soaked with tears
I have held up your spine
For far too many years
You blame trust on your home
The past hurts your head
But somehow every word
Is about something someones said
Can't see your own flaws
Yet you hate them so much
Doesn't really matter
if problems are left untouched
Your fingers always point
You would die if you reversed
Its eating up your flesh
Choose which will **** you first
And I know stones are heavy
And you might not be ready
But it’d be nice if you could start
My hands will soon fall apart