And in the dark, the same old scars wake me up to bleed again,
When it's done, will the new-day sun burn what's left of me to mend?
Will you know my name, or will I hang my head in shame?
Will you take this tired skin that I've been dying in?
Will you hold me to the light?
And if I die tonight, then take this broken man and wrap me tight within this brand new skin.
