I've got something to tell you,nAnd I can assure you it's coming from straight within my chest,nI'm not one for excuses, but I want to let you know, you're just like all the rest,nSo take these words, and take this knife,nJust push them straight into my back,nCause I know it's what you've been waiting for.nnSo take these dreams and bury my heart six feet beneath,nI'm still writing the letters that you will never read,nI won't leave cause my jobs not done 'til you don't breathe,nRed handed, but you'll still try to tell me it's not what...nnIt seems to get worse every time I look into your eyes,nI get caught, I always catch myself falling for your disguise,nSo cliche, like the pedals on a flower that you've already worn,nDon't bother writing all those letters that I've already torn.nnI'm torn.