I’ll Sing You The Blood

I've been carryin' a weight that don't show on my face, buried it so deep, ain't a soul found the place, I walk through this world lookin' steady and strong, but underneath this skin there's a graveyard of wrong. I ain't askin' for your pardon, I ain't beggin' to be freed, I'm just tellin' you the truth of a man come to his knees. Some things stay buried, some doors stay closed, but the song still finds me wherever I go — I won't tell you what I've done, no, some battles I fight alone, but I'll sing you every scar I've won, I'll sing you the blood, I'll sing you the bone — this is confession without the words, this is the healing when nothing's heard, so sing with me if you've got your own, sing with me, you're not alone. There's a version of me that I locked in a room, he did things in the dark that still echo like doom, I ain't proud, I ain't askin' you to understand, I just know I gotta hold my own trembling hand. Every night's a courtroom, every dream's a trial, I'm the witness and the sinner walkin' down the aisle. Some things stay buried, some truths stay mine, but the melody frees me one piece at a time — I won't tell you what I've done, no, some battles I fight alone, but I'll sing you every scar I've won, I'll sing you the blood, I'll sing you the bone — this is confession without the words, this is the healing when nothing's heard, so sing with me if you've got your own, sing with me, you're not alone I ain't gonna stand here and hand you my sins like a list, some things a man keeps sealed in his fist, not out of pride... out of shame that still bleeds, but a broken song's still a song that a broken man needs... so I sing what I can, and I bury the rest, and maybe that's enough, maybe singin's my confess— I'm not askin' for forgiveness, I'm not askin' to be clean, I'm just layin' down the witness to the man I've always been — scarred and standin', still I'm singin', still I'm here and still I'm bringin' every broken piece of truth I own straight into this microphone! I won't tell you what I've done, no, some battles I fight alone, but I'll sing you every scar I've won, I'll sing you the blood, I'll sing you the bone — this is confession without the words, this is the healing when nothing's heard, so sing with me if you've got your own, sing with me, sing with me, you're not alone! ...you're not alone... you're not alone...