Gathering Fingers

I'm going to start a fight, it's clinging to my eyes
 I'd hoped to rely on something else
 I'm sure it isn't right
 I know someone should anchor me
 But if you had heard the things I did
 How anyone like that could live?
 I'm sorry you had to see this side of me
 A mistake has fallen on my knuckles
 Desperately, my wish is to main you
 And no one should ever have to feel that way
 Taking over the better half of the conscience
 No control, no better way to resolve it
 Can't see with the blood seeping
 Red and rushed, frozen speech
 Stinging scales of skin scraping
 Scales and skin scraping
 Can't think with the heart speeding
 I'm ashamed this had to be
 And no one can take your place
 The last thing you see will be this side of me