Oh yes, I know this tension that you speak of We're in the palm of a hand making a fist It'd be best for one of us to speak up But we prefer to pretend it does not exist And you can't see past the blood on my hands To see that you've been aptly damned To fail and fail again Cause we're all guilty of the same things We think the thoughts whether or not we see them through And I know that I have been forgiven And I just hope you can forgive me too So don't you dare blame me for Prying open the door That's unleashed the bitterness That's here in the midst of this Sometimes we live for no one but ourselves And what we've been striving for Has turned into nothing more Than bodies limp on the floor Victims of falling short We kiss goodbye the cheek of our true love