Testo Take These Hands

Take these hands and break them off of my arms...cause i'm tired of waging wars...and i'm done with this now it's killing me...i'm broken...defeated...but i'm not repeating

these memories are stained in my mind...so wont you wash them away...away tonight

take these hands and break them off of my arms...i'm tired of holding on to this black and blue heart it's broken and bruised now in pieces on the floor

.."now it's time to find the strength to carry on.....will i find the strength to carry on?"
these memories are stained in my mind...so wont you wash them away...away tonight

i'm not going to give this up...i'm not going to fade away
(i've lost my way...i've lost my will to fight)
i'm never going to give this up...for now i'm just down and out

these memories are stained in my mind...so wont you wash them away...away tonight