Breathe

Red water on the floor,
Why won't he wake up?
There's some on your hands,
You are in shock,
Hours keep speeding in the grandfather clock,
You know it had to end here,
It had to stop

Your hand is still holding the kitchen knife,
(There's a) Smile on your face when you meant to cry,
After all these years you are free,
He can't touch you anymore

Breathe

You see lights flashing, blue and red,
They find you crying on your bed,
Once you realize that he is dead,
Instead of guilt, you feel relief,
He locked you up in this prison cell,
Home sweet home, more like living hell
Punched you, choke you, made you crawl
Broke your mind and broke your heart

Breathe

Do I dare to say that she did wrong?
Can I rationalize something that hurts so long?
There are thousands of her just now,
Contemplating to end it all somehow