My Own Hands

It's not easy to get at your mind

You dig a hole in the bed and that's where you stay

I'm alone and I'm burning slowly

I don't regret a thing

I loved something once, but it turned into something I don't recognize

I loved something once, but it burned while I held it in my hand

No matter how hard I try, you'll pull me back down again

You'll betray me without any sense or shame

You'll betray me and I'll burn for your memory again

I'll burn for your memory; I'll burn for your shame; then I'll take myself

in my own hands

Then I'll break myself down with my own hands

I don't regret a thing