Sometimes I think about who I should believe The people who are dead or the people who are free Sometimes I hear them as they whisper to me I try to stay awake so I won't die in my sleep And I was quick to take a second look through The window on the door of the operating room And the adrenaline, it threw my eyes To the table on the floor where the patients lie I saw his face and I could not speak As the anesthetic kissed his cheek I felt my lips go cold and my limbs go weak Because the body on the table where the patients die was me It was me There was a lie between my demons and me And a body made of paper in the passenger seat As I open my eyes, I could not see I felt the stitches come loose and the blood run free He looks at me with hollow eyes And he whispered my name as the flowers died And I feel so tired and wounded Like the stitches on my soul came apart I'm standing here in the dark ( how I visioned the song when I first heard it )
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