Luyện nghe bài hát If You Live By The Sword, You Die By The Sword

I open my eyes, but I still manage to
This cold bathroom floor, now just feels like to me
I to the mirror, and I naturally start to clean
But my body's with marks, that say "these aren't the last lines that I'll see.."
So please cut this string, attached to my
Buried in my shaking palm, I hold evil in my fist
I my pain, with every scar
It's a battle of memories, that just won't go away, for me....
This has tied me down, and the knot keeps tightening
Cause I'm a puppet, dangling from this breaking string
But maybe I'll turn, this the other way
And roll up my sleeves to let the scars my mistakes
So please cut string, attached to my wrists
Buried in my shaking palm, I hold evil in my fist
I relive my pain, every scar
It's a battle field of memories, that won't go away, for me....
You couldn't make the cut, so now you'll this cut
You make the cut, so now you'll make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now make this cut
You couldn't make the cut, so now make this cut
I breathe, I'm in need, where's my crimson savior?
No I crawl back just to bleed,
Forgive me, I promise i'll stay