Broken Lyrics - Singles - Enchant

Not what I've done, not what I've spoken 

Not what I've shown, not that I lied 

Just holding on would render me broken 

But weak as I am, my hands remain tied 

Fear of wrath, fear of pain 

Fear of facing what I am 

Fear this might, leave a stain 

Of your blood on my hands 

My face is scarred, my hands unclean 

Can't wash away the fool I've been 

Murder one or suicide 

Which would be the greater sin? 

Straining to hold each breath I'm taking 

A shackle that pulls, I can't set it free 

Not quite below, but slowly I'm breaking 

In saving you I, I would be killing me 

Fear of wind, fear of rain 

We built this house on shifting sand 

Fear this might, leave a stain 

Of my own blood on my hands 

My face is scarred, my hands unclean 

Can't wash away the fool I've been 

Murder one or suicide 

Which would be the greater sin? 

A wave that hits from behind me 

A weight that pulls from beneath 

A storm that blows all around me 

A fear inside that has bound me 

Fear of wrath, fear of pain 

Fear of facing what I am 

Fear this might, leave a stain 

Of your blood on my hands 

My face is scarred, my hands unclean 

Can't wash away the fool I've been 

Murder one or suicide 

Which would be the greater sin?