Enchant - Broken Lyrics
Not what I've done,not what I've spokenNot what I've shown,not that I liedJust holding on would render me brokenBut weak as I am, my hands remain tiedFear of wrath,fear of painFear of facing what I amFear this might leave a stainOf your blood on my handsMy face is scarred,my hands uncleanCan't wash away the fool I've beenMurder one or suicide:Which would be the greater sin?Straining to hold each breath I'm takingA shackle that pulls,I can't set it freeNot quite below,but slowly I'm breakingIn saving you I would be killing meFear of wind,fear of rainWe built this house on shifting sandFear this might leave a stainOf my own blood on my handsMy face is scarred,my hands uncleanCan't wash away the fool I've beenMurder one or suicide:Which would be the greater sin?A wave that hits from behind meA weight that pulls from beneathA storm that blows all around meA fear inside that has bound me
