Blood On My Hands
You felt the coldness in my eyes,
It's something I'm not revealing.
Though you got used to my disguise,
You can't 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 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,
I hope you know,
It's never healing.
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 barely 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.
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!
Sangre en mis manos
Sentiste la frialdad en mis ojos,
Es algo que no estoy revelando.
Aunque te acostumbraste a mi disfraz,
No puedes sacudir esta horrible sensación.
Soy yo a quien te dejé conocer,
Porque nunca mostraré,
Tengo mis razones.
Odio decir 'te lo dije',
Pero te lo dije.
Hay sangre en mis manos como la sangre en ti.
Algunas cosas no pueden ser tratadas así,
No me hagas,
No me hagas ser yo misma contigo.
Directo desde tus ojos apenas soy yo,
Hermosamente tan desfigurada.
Este otro lado que no puedes ver,
Solo rezando para que no recuerdes.
Siente el dolor que nunca muestro,
Espero que sepas,
Nunca se cura.
Odio decir 'te lo dije', pero te lo dije.
Hay sangre en mis manos como la sangre en ti.
Algunas cosas no pueden ser tratadas así,
No me hagas,
No me hagas ser yo misma contigo.
Directo desde tus ojos apenas soy yo,
Hermosamente tan desfigurada.
Este otro lado que no puedes ver,
Solo rezando para que no recuerdes.
Hay sangre.
Hay sangre.
Hay sangre, sangre, sangre.
Hay sangre en mis manos como la sangre en ti.
Algunas cosas no pueden ser tratadas así,
No me hagas,
No me hagas ser yo misma contigo.
Hay sangre en mis manos como la sangre en ti.
Algunas cosas no pueden ser tratadas así,
No me hagas,
No me hagas ser yo misma contigo.
¡Hay sangre!