The snake behind me hisses what my damage could have been; my blood before me begs me, open up my heart again. And I feel this coming over like a storm again..
And as the snake is drowned, and there's a look in his eyes, my fear begins to fade, recalling all the times I could have cried, and I should have cried.
And as the walls come down, and there's a look in your eyes, my tears begin to fade, recalling all the times I have died... and will die.. that's alright.. I don't mind