While you were keeping your secrets   I found every weakness   in your fragile form, the way you perform   all the subtle ways your lies are born   I can see through them    observe every movement    And everything (everything) became so clear (and anything)   Like crystals on (is yours to make) a chandelier (or yours to break)      (The blood is on your hands, it's on your hands)      The damage is done    There are no spoils to be won   And still you won't let it go   We can't escape    All that we create   We hold ourselves back, though we eventually crack   And fall apart (it's all your fault)      You turned your back so quickly   mine bled from where you hit me   My blood runs so cold, this story is getting old   I let your word sink in me   your voice resolves around me   I bite my tongue, my mouth fills with blood      (The blood is on your hands, it's on your hands)   With friends like these, well who the hell needs enemies   I couldn't see what really got the best of me      The damage is done    There are no spoils to be won   And still you won't let it go   We can't escape    All that we create   We hold ourselves back, though we eventually crack   And fall apart (it's all your fault)      (It's too late to finish what you started   I hope you got exactly what you wanted)