Broken — текст песни (Enchant)

Not what I`ve done,not what I`ve spoken
Not what I`ve shown,not that I lied
Just holding on would render me broken
But weak as I am, my hands remain tied
Fear of wrath,fear of pain
Fear of facing what I am
Fear this might leave a stain
Of your blood on my hands
My face is scarred,my hands unclean
Can`t wash away the fool I`ve been
Murder one or suicide:
Which would be the greater sin?
Straining to hold each breath I`m taking
A shackle that pulls,I can`t set it free
Not quite below,but slowly I`m breaking
In saving you I would be killing me
Fear of wind,fear of rain
We built this house on shifting sand
Fear this might leave a stain
Of my own blood on my hands
My face is scarred,my hands unclean
Can`t wash away the fool I`ve been
Murder one or suicide:
Which would be the greater sin?
A wave that hits from behind me
A weight that pulls from beneath
A storm that blows all around me
A fear inside that has bound me

[Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick]
[Lyrics: T.Leonard]