Текст (слова) песни: Enchant - Broken

Not what Ive done,not what Ive spoken
Not what Ive shown,not that I lied
Just holding on would render me broken
But weak as I am, my hands remain tied
Fear of wrath,fear of pain
Fear of facing what I am
Fear this might leave a stain
Of your blood on my hands
My face is scarred,my hands unclean
Cant wash away the fool Ive been
Murder one or suicide:
Which would be the greater sin?
Straining to hold each breath Im taking
A shackle that pulls,I cant set it free
Not quite below,but slowly Im breaking
In saving you I would be killing me
Fear of wind,fear of rain
We built this house on shifting sand
Fear this might leave a stain
Of my own blood on my hands
My face is scarred,my hands unclean
Cant wash away the fool Ive been
Murder one or suicide:
Which would be the greater sin?
A wave that hits from behind me
A weight that pulls from beneath
A storm that blows all around me
A fear inside that has bound me

[Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick]
[Lyrics: T.Leonard]
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Acquaintance
Armour
Beautiful
Below Zero
Blind Sided
Broken
Catharsis
Comatose
Despicable
Distractions
East Of Eden
Enchanted
Fade 2 Grey
Flatline
Follow the Sun
Foundations
Hold The Wind
Hostile World
Interact
Invisible
Living In A Movie
Long Way Down
Look Away
Mettle Man
Missing
Monday
My Everafter
New Moon
Nighttime Sky
Oasis
Open Eyes
Pure
Queen Of The Informed
See No Evil
Seeds of Hate
Sinking Sand
Standing Ground
The Thirst
Tug Of War
Ultimate Gift
Under Fire
Under The Sun