Blood on My Hands - The Used

You felt the coldness in my eyes

And something I’m not revealing

Though you got used to my disguise

You can’t shed this awful feeling

It’s the me that I let you know

Cause I never show — I have my reasons

I hate to say that I told you so

But I told you so, yeah!

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

And I hope you know

It’s never healing

I hate to say that I told you so

But I told you so, yeah!

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

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.

Is it really that hard for you to believe?