Broken

Not what I've done, not what I've spoken
 Not what I've 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
 Can't wash away the fool I've been
 Murder one or suicide
 Which would be the greater sin?
 Straining to hold each breath I'm taking
 A shackle that pulls, I can't set it free
 Not quite below, but slowly I'm breaking
 In saving you I, 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
 Can't wash away the fool I've 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
 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
 Can't wash away the fool I've been
 Murder one or suicide
 Which would be the greater sin?