So you bleed again for his display Of control, and s** me in without so much as a word, and the Sleeping dogs - they just won't lie still. A name etched Into a dimestore freezer pulls my strings from a thousand Miles away, and all i can do is tighten the noose. No one Can make you do whats good for you. No one can do what you Can do for you. Your Eyes, the thorn in my side. I try to Forget because my hands are tied. Your smile, salt in my Wounds, and to know that this isn't you. Bleeding again, you're bleeding again. It's all i can do to forget your face, and try to look back on happier days. This stories old. We all know what happens. I'll fetch the iodine and The cotton. You're bleeding again, bleeding to d**h. What the f**?