Brutus

Here I goPut back on trialA chance to fall in lineA chance to change my mindAll those timesThe wasted rageThat I held insideI want to use it nowIf you push to hardYou might get what you're afterAlready pushed too farCaught againIn the lines of pressureI recognize the fearThe urge to disappearWithin I've diedMany times still livingI'm still standing hereStand and face the crowdI don't know about forgivingIf forgive means forgetWhy these cuts are bleedingDo you care? Aren't you scared?Can they take your mind away?