Make Me Hurt Again

Could I bend my knees to your will, I'd let you do it for me And hear the cracking of my bones ringing through the silence I'd bite my tongue to keep me quiet, feel the blood pervade my mouth Yet familiar metal leave me tied up, only to thank you graciously I'd hand my brain to dissect to pieces, watching you prick it carelessly But the words die on my tongue and I feel my vision paling Any day I'd be of service, the bandages too many to count Still, you make me promise, not to bleed on your pretty heart I wondered if you'd feel sorry, had I spoken for once But I found that even my pain, to you, was never enough