Текст: The Used. Artwork. Blood On My Hands.

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You felt the coldness in my eyes
And something I'm not revealing

Though you got used to my disguise
You cant shake this awful feeling
It's the me that I let you know
'Cause I'll never show
I have my reasons
I hate to say that I told you so, but I told you so

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 burying me
Beautifully so disfigured
This other side that you can't see
Just praying you won't remember

Feel the pain that I never showed
And I hope you know, it's never healing
Hate to say that I told you so, but I told you so

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 burying me
Beautifully so disfigured
This other side that you can't see
Just praying you won't remember

(There's blood)
(There's blood)
(There's blood)
(Blood...)
(Blood...)
(Blood...)

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

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

There's blood...