My hands are bleeding from your expectations
Blood Dripping from my scorned back
From your closed minded formations
A proper reaction to give I lack
for I can't rest for a moments wait
If I did you'd pounce on me in less then a second
For in yours eyes you are the author of my fate
Never once could u have miss reckoned
So I carry each one trying not to stop or fall
As you pile on new ones each with its own toll
I don't complain I can't I need to answer every call...