The swelling in my head Returns as a reminder That I'm not out of the clear. And all the nightmares That I suffer while I sleep? You might as well be standing here. And all the times That you said "I'm leaving", I'm seething. Because I know that when I turn You'll be there, Still standing. And every lie that had me Believing Keeps reeling. Inside my head until the day I drain it Permanently What will it take For me to jump first? I know you'd love to see it... And when I hit the ground I know you'll be the one To cry first. Because I know my death Won't be enough, You'll have to make it worse. Yet here I stand, Here you stand, and I Can't stand it. And if I have to kill you first, I'll do it. I swear it. Cause prison's nothing To this prison I'm in. This world I threw myself in. When did temptation yield a sense of respect for myself? The swelling in my head Returns as a reminder that I'm killing you today. And the thought of my thumbs Pressed against your windpipe Makes the swelling go away.