Splintered Hands

maybe you tried but I know better

than to hear your side

I'd feel better maybe if you cried too

eyes teary and sore

I'm ringing the bell and I know you hear it

but I can't tell if you're laughing or crying

you hide it so well

you've done this before

with splintered hands

I keep knocking on your door

with splintered hands

I keep knocking on your door

you offer your help but I don't want it

keep it to yourself

I'd rather die than do that again

I've made that mistake before

you just stand there

you see I'm bleeding all over

but I don't care I'm used to this

there's broken glass everywhere

I'm cold and sore

with splintered hands

I keep knocking on your door

with splintered hands

I keep knocking on your door

with splintered hands

I keep knocking on your door

with splintered hands

I keep knocking on your door