It's Rude to Point Fingers (And With Nails That Sharp, I'll Be Missing an Eye)

I'm over being sorry Yeah there's nothing left to say They'll never understand It had to be this way Pry the knife from my back Stitch the wound myself Take a look in the mirror and reevaluate yourself If I spoke too soon Excuse my speech And if I let them down I'll be out of their reach If I caused you hurt Then it's all the same But I refuse to be a body bag That holds all of this shame Watch these fears, they fade away Hang your words, they're dead to me The condescending words you spoke They echo through my mind with every note I understand that I'm the enemy You'll have those scars for eternity But did you ever think it was a two way street The pain I caused, it came back to me So frame me high and I'll be the bad guy You bled all of my sympathy dry If I spoke my mind You'd say I was wrong And if I held it in You'd say I lied for so long Well your knife, it's in my back And my blood, it's on your floor So come on, come on I'll soak it all up And apologize some more Watch these fears, they fade away Hang your words, they're dead to me The condescending words you spoke They echo through my mind with every note I understand that I'm the enemy You'll have those scars for eternity But did you ever think it was a two way street The pain I caused, it came back to me So frame me high and I'll be the bad guy You bled all of my sympathy dry ​ Well your knife's in my back And my blood's on your floor So I'll soak it all up And apologize some more