You felt the coldness in my eyes,
and something I'm not revealing.
Though you got used to my disguise,
you can't shed this awful feeling.
It's the me that I let you know,
'cause I never show - I have my reasons.
I hate to say that I told you so,
but I told you so, yeah!
There's blood on my hands
like the blood in you.
Some things can't be treated
so don't make me,
don't make me be myself around you.
Straight from your eyes
it's barely me, beautifully.
So disfigured, this other side
that you can't see.
Just praying you won't remember.
Feel the pain that I never show,
and I hope you know
it's never healing.
