Trust me, please trust me,
when I tell you that
my blood-stained hands have a mind of their own,
tear open skin, wish to break all my bones.

I won’t let you, won’t let you
face the demons
who awake me at night,
they’re part of my visions.

I can’t force you, can’t force you to go away
but I will never ever beg you to stay
save yourself, live another day,
it’s for your happiness that I pray.