Here i go
put back on trial
a chance to fall in line
a chance to change my mind
all those times
the wasted rage
that i held inside
i want to use it now
if you push to hard
you might get what you're after
already pushed too far
caught again
in the lines of pressure
i recognize the fear
the urge to disappear
within i've died
many times still living
i'm still standing here
stand and face the crowd
i don't know about forgiving
if forgive means forget
why these cuts are bleeding
do you care? aren't you scared?
can they take your mind away?